RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sounds taking me down rocky pathways into twilight avenues
of tomorrow's vision, capable of many impossibilities and
mysterious thoughts moving in measures of time.
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Rhythms jumping and cavorting throughout the evening, bringing
joy and excitement into the brilliance of another musical ex-
perience.
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Knowing the value of life, everyone being taken into consider-
ation throughout this earthly journey, every single one of us
being worthy as we travel into and out of situations.
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Rippling tides flowing in opposite directions, giving an
energy that fills our beings with plenty of purpose as we
settle into senses that entertain and delight us.
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Miles of nowhere reaching out in front of me, sinking senses
and filling depths of my being, wondering why blossoms of
yesterday have all disappeared.
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This broken heart, torn into pieces years ago, never been
mended, living in dungeons of past abuse, no way out of it's
pits of hell.
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Sunshine rainbows falling on my mind, chasing shadows away,
tasting blossoming passion as inner fires light an interior
darkness.
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Situations arise and change through the years, life becoming
rearranged and taken into back alleys at times, sacred, yet
alone, not knowing where to go.
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Cozy, curled in a corner of my mind, intellect taking care
of my being innately, feeling protected and safe in prose
as I write poetically in chords of an earlier time.
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Howling of coyotes, haunting desert nights as they slink
about, hiding in shadows of ebony darkness, moon shining
brightly down upon them.
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