RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Views of imagination stretch beyond anyone's innate intelligence,
creating fastidious innovations, experimenting daily within
subconscious ideas.
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Articles and magazines lie in disarray around every office
and home in America.

Unread, tossed aside, cut up and sent to bins of recycling,
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Silent waiting, creating a depth of untold heartbreak, hiding
within.

Knowing there will never be one to understand meanings and connotations of past memories, wishing only to hold on for
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Freedom of limit is a hesitant subject to write about, yet
here it is.

What are boundaries of speculative enterprises? Are they
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Sandy shores being washed by tides of life, always on time,
never late, not once.

Mesmerizing sensations of intellect and collecting them like
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Strangling in another summer Arizona heat, wantonly beginning
exercises of a beautiful tenure in absolute experiences,
leading into aspects of tomorrow.
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Reflections dancing in windows and mirrors, placed
inconspicuously in different atmospheres throughout
endless times of eternal ages.
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Reining in emotions, not letting someone's words capture my
imagination, knowing that it's wrong to think of any particle
of it.
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Shadows of rhythms are now playing in mind, feeling
syncopation in rhymes of an energizing desire that I
wish to deny, because it will not suit me in the long
run.
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In a crowded waiting room at the doctors',
sitting and writing out in the open.

Yet being totally invisible, enjoying myself
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