RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Stillness, quietly striving, giving thoughts
peaceful, soothing atmospheres to lie back in
and relax.
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Waltzing to rhythms in the twilight, listening to interior
music and welcoming it's steady, even rhythms.

Reaching into depths of this being, giving it a purpose to
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Soaring into heaven, wings gliding with air currents in
the atmosphere.

Winding along clouds and out of sight, taking pathways
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Into nature's den, beauty all around me, water rippling checkerboarded
across the top of Lake Bartlett.
Mountains being shadowed by electric black storm clouds, a vulture coasting through the sky, looking for something to eat.
Wake buoys bobbing with the waves and tides, created by boats passing by.
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Blackened spots covering up aspects of life that are too difficult to overcome without a lot of work being done.
It's just way too much effort to try, so I slide around them and continue on my way down corridors of my choice, happily isolating and having a grand time being who I am.
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Sauntering quietly through rose gardens of lovely bouquets and truths of life, held silently in a mind of factual reprieves.
Left open to all who can keep their thoughts enlightened by wisdom's honesty.
Beguiling eyes watching from beyond shores of life, keeping track of moments given whole-heartedly from the soul.
Taking time to provide plenty of enticement and beautiful images to be taken onto another plain not far from heaven.
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Jumping, blaring, singing, following notes of rhythm as they chase through the atmosphere - lyrics on strings of kites.
Blending, stirring, rising to new heights of musical talent, bringing all together in etudes of life's beauty.
An energy, unchained, touching souls and minds with an aptitude of genius.
Lightening knowledge, quickened by musical tones, vibrating gallantly into interior depths, trying on new ideas of glory and fame.
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Amazing truths are being explicitly seen in depths of new
rhythms, delving into all knowledge heretofore learned
and used.
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Sounds of Indian drums bouncing into this mind, capturing
and enlivening inner spirituality.

Magnificent and bountiful, an eight year old child dancing
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Beautiful afternoon at an Indian Festival, trees spread
out, reaching towards heaven, white rippled clouds touch
my heart.
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