RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Passing time, spending it with loved ones as I
travel through many excited moments of life.
Holding all the details in the middle of my
heart where they can be safe from the arrows
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Painting of darkened back alleys, little light
emanating from it, showing only short bursts of
dull color with an added purple highlight
draining into the bottom of the canvas itself.
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A major typhoon hitting the Philippines, many have
died there.
People hunting for food and water, bodies wrapped
in sheets and blankets lying forlornly alongside
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Figuratively playing, wondering what today will
hold.
It's starting out with getting x-rays of my arm
because I fell.
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Decorating thought with classical music, illuminating
it's atmosphere in lightened melodies of yesteryear.
Feeling the tantalization of chords energizing my
soul, taking me to heights of solitude where I can
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Picturing many outlets for piecing together,
solutions to problems of the world.

An excess of ideas, all of them relevant in
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Water falling through my imagination,
landing in a pool of cool blue water.
Trees, delicate and graceful,
surrounding and guarding it from
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Standing on lonely pathways, touching, gently,
beautiful flowers of nature.
Focusing on the intensity of color and soft
vibrations emanating from within them, holding
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Serenading intellect, arousing it's curiosity in an
etude of aspiring creation.
Living artistically in a fantasy vision of illusion.
Partaking of illusory images as they wither and hide,
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