RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Traveling while sitting on a bench in my mind,
seeing the world in circular motions, turning
itself into imagination's depths.
Dipping into wells of silent knowledge and
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Strolling down lanes in the fall, watching the leaves
changing colors right before my eyes, leaving every-
thing to imagination's byways.
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Bubbling with enthusiasm, turning a game of
ordinary pool into an inventive game of
rolling brains.
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Steady rhythm standing on end, giving life the
many extensions of pure definitions in prose.
Pious diction filling pages with it's faithful
illusions to all the good on this earth.
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Children at play, innocent, naive, at rest with
themselves as they learn new ideas and activities
to become aware of life as days go by.
Serious-minded affiliates falter and hesitate as
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Beauty surrounds my mind in moment of lightness,
candles illuminating dark caverns of thought,
are awakening subconsciously, interior spiritual
journeys of destiny.
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Peace-filled architecture of my soul outlasts every
sorrow and takes me by the hand to horizons of
imaginational depths.
Loving feelings brought forth by situational circum-
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Standing in lines of recreation, waiting for fun
and games with grandchildren on their roads to
respect and dignity for the elderly in their
growing years of life's untold stories.
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Spontaneous movements, lively anticipation, charge
batteries of young ones as they interact with
parents and grandparents on a fun-filled afternoon.
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People enjoying themselves, playing with their
children, creating memories that will last a
lifetime and then some.
Adventures and new concepts fill time with
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