RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Lively conversation, a little strained, pulling at the edges.

People slowly gathering beyond the time to begin.
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Soothingly soft against my brow, caressing an intense mind-
awakening cause interiorly.

Walking on skyways and paths among high white clouds, keeping
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Oftentimes we reflect on reflections as in a mirror.
No barriers or detours standing in the way, just
unending images skirmishing for some recognition.
Hazy, blurry, sideways - always changing to fit
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Treasures beyond comprehension, saddling life with their
pretensions.

Sidelong glances, envious, filled with deceit, lips
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Waiting at a glass window for service, hearing a voice droning
on and on about standing in line, not touching the walls, speak
when spoken to.
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People milling around Madison Street Jail, waiting to be
reunited with loved ones and family.

Blatant rudeness abounding just inside the building's doors,
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A great big thank you to Dr. L. for supporting and encouraging
me these many years with my poetry, he's my favorite poetical
doctor and friend.
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Reading my mind through depths of a photographic memory,
an exceptional and fascinating way of using a creative
process through imagination.
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Mind being strummed by melodies of rhythms playing through
this poetical mind, tending to ideas, relating abstracts to
concepts and thoughts continually forming in intellect.
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Sounds of my mind expanding through coded rhythms of music,
increasing in dimensions affiliating everything together
in a poetical existence.
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