RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Jumping into a charging brigade, not fearing death or it's
consequences.
Walking forward, not knowing what is to come in the near
future, but moving along anyway.
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Reaching into depths, pulling
all manner of prose out into
meaningful measures of life.
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Carefully resurrecting beauty in an
atmosphere of believable truths.
Taking notice of everything in the room,
not missing a thing as I write deep within
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Squelching the need to roam and wander into the wilderness
of any jungle.
Wanting to search the world over, looking for a place where
I can belong and develop talent to it's utmost.
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Running across my mind,
never faltering in steps
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Finding equivalents of formulas in my mind,
stretching their numbers and adding
dimensional factors to each of the equations.
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Singing out loud, reverberating windows
with a voice sent directly from heaven above.
Every word is pronounced and annunciated in
perfect diction.
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Bubbles of light, staggering around the dance floor,
keeping time with the music being played for Karaoke.
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Delivering messages in songs being sung from midnight voices,
being hidden in silence during daylight hours.

Concentrating interiorly as life beats at the doors of twilight,
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Nothing in life matters when I cannot write from within.
Solitary thoughts encourage my mind's intellect to portray
life in pictures of written prose.
Tantalizing every bit of interior imagination, bringing an
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