RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Quietly listening to music, taking me along pathways of
sorrow, teaching it's lessons as tears fall within me,
edges of tomorrow continuing to fill me with hope.
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Watching as life wanders aimlessly, falling in turmoil
that evil is causing all over the world, devastating
crimes of murder, rape, incest, beheading and torture.
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Sliding back and forth between moments in time and their
rhythms, finding answers in depths of my being, seeing
absolute truths of who I am now.
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Staying in a contemplative mood, staring into a fire of
my essence, lit with an intellectual energy and verve,
satisfied with thoughts that fill me through imagination.
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Rhythms bouncing along, carrying intellect into an atmo-
sphere of light-hearted feelings and spirituality, senses
of well-being sending my spirit soaring.
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Feeling a sense of quiet bravery within for having lived
through horrendous circumstances in life, having found
courage somehow to get though difficulties.
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Solving thoughts of wonder that come from curiosity
rising silently, but intently within, sorting out
mysteries, seeing there's nothing magical about them.
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Pages of life are written upon by our experiences,
adventures, situations and circumstances, our inner
emotions and feelings are exacting.
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Tonight's admonitions flow carefully into pools of
objectivity where we analyze and formulate our own
course of action.
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Negligent ideas hide behind shadows, wondering it they
will ever find a place in literature or are they doomed
from the start to stay in darkness.
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