RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking into the area where you were sleeping, I could
feel God's presence with you.
Even with all the wires and tubes connected to your
tiny body, there's a knowing deep inside my soul that
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Wandering naturally through nature's wonderland of
fruition, looking and touching every single thing
within my mind's eye.
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Patterns of knowing, falling into cauldrons of settling
moments, bringing about callings of nature in it's most
wondrous moments.
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Writing brings a quiet sorrow, while lighting a serene
contemplation.
Always searching byways of imagination, luring sub-
consciously, abstractions leading to a meaning of life's
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Reigning tears falling through ducts of atmospheric
pressure, lifting spirits increasingly and intensely.
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Dancing forgiveness together, placating desires within,
of lonely fears.
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Fluttering silently, affecting all neurons, gently
teasing them, as I enjoy the titillating avenues of
fantasy springing deliciously inside.
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Forcefully ruminating about nothing in particular,
testing mercurial silence with prodding of particles
shot into the darkness of unthought thoughts.
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Filling an inner being with translucent feelings,
tasting of the myriads of tones it captures.

Resonance focusing perfectly onto screens within
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Darkening benefits of late nights spent in writing are
full of expectant hopes and quiet dimly-lit dreams.

Sonomic gazes stir the atmosphere where life sits,
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