RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rising in a morning sun, lifting eyes to heaven,
hoping to catch sight of God or His angels.
Listening with a heavy heart, tears forming,
taking me floating down a river flowing to earth
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Reaching deeply into challenges of my mind,
taking chances whenever I can.
Believing in a positive aspect of life's
intimate corners.
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Visions of quiet sounds, reaching my sight with
expected reasoning and logic's absolute power.
Until that is, wisdom touches it with a reverence
it cannot ignore.
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Exhausted from all the emotional drama going on in
life.
Medical problems never stopping, keeping me going
to the doctor's.
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Energy waning as I try to keep going, getting tired
and staying awake anyway.
Hoping to catch up on some sleep, and not seeming
to be able to.
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Measuring every idea, seeing if it will fit in with
tempos of my life.
Eventually moving around, in synch with inner rhythms.
Talking silently in rapid messages of poetry.
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Sashaying down patterns of yesterday, finding
expressions of explanations in pine-scented
memories.
Predicting beautiful moments as they happen
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Soft lights floating around the dance floor,
drifting on and over whomever is standing there.
Accumulating measures of total participation,
taking it all into a collection to be given to
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Moving slowly, rotating in my mind, picking up senses
and movements to compress into words.
Portraying a vision of instrumental preludes, filled
with God-given talents being expressed as each one
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Waking in a song of the sixties, opening up scores
of memories that are touching me interiorly.
Grasping onto meanings, holding their treasures
close to my heart, not wanting to let go or leave
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