RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rambling down crowded pathways, seeking breath-taking
views of absolute nature to fill my mind's eyes with.
Beauty flowering into daydreams of brilliant thought,
trying out new forms and shapes of silent wordy
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Softly, tenderly, composing songs and lyrics for another
time in space.
Longing for a calm serenity to replace daily stress and strain.
Coursing through amphibious desires, floating like a
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Rugged and resounding, blaring through an atmosphere of quiet,
subtle music.

Traipsing along ribbons of melody's highways, putting together abstractedness and clear precise sonatas for life to hear.
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A different nationality, music playing in the background, changing ideas a little as I write.
Thinking, regarding life in different environments, beginning to detach from life in certain aspects, letting go and becoming ready for tomorrow's sunset.
One that I will know and look forward to with anticipation.
Exploring new ground, giving up what I've always known and loved.
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Memorizing musical notations and rhythms as I play their melodies in my mind, recreating their process into
poetical rhymes and verse.
Wondering, thinking, becoming fascinating particles of
thought processes filled with an energized spirit.
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Blinded by another's words, taken aback, afraid to proceed into another realm where I'm unknown.
Timid, shy, turning from others - wanting only to isolate myself from life, hoping to be invisible or to disappear forever.
Silently, walking away, immersing myself in writing, music and art, taking advantage of my imagination and intellect.
Going beyond boundaries just to keep me within them.
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Breaking waves of emotion endlessly, tirelessly, run
through my mind, recreating visions and images of
symmetry, allowing expansion - ever-widening - to
continue it's boundary, extending into even more
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Sun setting on a western horizon, a magnificent
backdrop to our natural desert.
Silhouettes of saguaros, ocotillo, and barrel
cacti, fanning across miles of desert shores.
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It might have been inside, but the world is mine,
inescapable as it has become within my being I am
continually surprised by its' wonder and beauty.
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