RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Racing down the 51 in a yellow cab, on the way to an
appointment, relaxing, listening to KOOL radio and
it's many great oldies.
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Listening to sounds of musical poetry within, fanciful
delights dancing in continuous motion, allowing freedom
of movement and choice.
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Finding wishing is the supreme thought throughout life,
as ideas continually flow into the existence of fluid
interaction.
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Holding tight to feelings and sincere
convictions, all truths held closely
in my heart.
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Listening to a new sound, as it rasps gently across my
brain, teasing as I try and place it into a category or
sphere, keeping it in mind to write through.
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Slowly tripping through life, not caring where it leads
right now.

Just sitting back, relaxing, writing, filling this mind
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Secretly hiding beneath eyelids where no one can see,
my mind discovers and explores inner countries and
highways, giving me pictures to write from.
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Rolling over mountains of feelings hiding inside,
writhing restlessly from the pain of being human.

Stillness grasping interiorly with questions and
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Going through a phase of life I'd rather not face,
setting aside everything and trying to concentrate
on learning something regarding life and what we're
supposed to be doing to gain some wisdom.
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Singularly piecing puzzles together,
finding solutions to every day problems.
Breaking long-lasting figures of distaste.
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