RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

12: 49 p.m.
White clouds, floating across this open-ended mind,
seeing through senses being blinded by their light.
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12: 55 p.m.
Signature feelings being processed into this very poem,
a sadness dancing to rhythms being heard.
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1: 06 p.m.
Tempting this soul, sorrow of a lifetime slipping into a
song, saddened by a heart filled with grief.
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1: 16 p.m.
Sun shining desperately into an Arizona desert, hoping to
give it an everlasting belief in it's arid atmosphere.
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1: 23 p.m.
Evening tides, flowing along rivers of interior solace,
bringing an intense rhythmic beauty into existence.
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1: 28 p.m.
Uplifting spirits, watching them enter twinkling stars
above, shining on earth.
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1: 31 p.m.
Springing into the atmosphere, filled with an expoential
process of thoughts, crashing into this mind.
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1: 38 p.m.
Rhythmically sounding into echoes of a lonely mountain call,
entertaining synapses of this brain.
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1: 43 p.m.
Seeing the wonder of a child peek out as a band plays
renditions of melodies alive and vibrant.
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1: 45 p.m.
Sounds stuck around and about, trying to pull them all
together in interior rhythms, allowing every detail to
grow into a poem.
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