RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

One third of the moon looking upon earth, shadows covering
over the rest of it, settled in a light blue morning sky
above.
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Settled into a lackadaisical mood, not wanting to move into
the day as yet, just wanting to write poetry and listen to
music.
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Looking up, hands of God seem to be playing with clouds above,
stacking them just so, balancing them in unique and fascinat-
ing ways all across the sky.
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On a rooftop across the street, shadows are lying stretched out,
relaxing in mid morning, seemingly not interested in moving a-
bout or playing.
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Noticing desert landscapes up and down the street where I live
in Phoenix, saguaros, ocotillos, barrel and jumping cacti all
beckoning this mind's poetical essence.
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Lightening fast music triggering this mind, racing all the
way into intellect where rhythms take me into the beauty
of sounds.
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Frolicking in fields of roses where life becomes nonexistent
while playing with this inner child, enjoying pleasant re-
minders coming to mind.
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Always wondering why things happen, wanting to experience and
discover whatever possible, being tempted through coded rhythms
as they unfold.
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Always wanting to go somewhere, traveling is a forte now,
last year going to India, traveling across five states, en-
joying it's beauty, people and culture.
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Rushing into musical rhythms being played, loving feelings
erupting within, totally being encompassed through colors
of tones and notes surrounding this being from within.
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