RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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Lasting impressions being painted on intellect,
creating new masterpieces with rhythmical
precision.
Traipsing across pathways of everlasting songs
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Breaking seasons open, collecting their essences to
place in wonderful verses of poetry.
Never being sent to depths of categorized sentences
that mean next to nothing.
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Riding my phantom horse through delicacies of an
Arizona desert.
Seeing all types of images, appearing before me
in mourning of someone or thing that's been lost.
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Riding up and down, leaving the town behind,
preferring the empty sounds of the desert.
Wonderful ideas being formed and shaped into
numerous figures resembling desert natures
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Sitting in the darkness, knowing that things have been
rearranged and are now coming into their own.
A quiet space belonging to interior codes, not allowing
access to anyone else.
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Inhaling, sighing, exhaling in a cloud of memories
kept safe inside a safe hidden away in my soul.
Never being opened except by me when I decide to
remember all the bittersweet vision of my past.
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Pictures framing images of all the good times in life.
Projecting them all into scenic visions of beauty.
Bringing feelings rising to the surface and painting
them also into pictures of canvas, framed and hanging
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Veteran's Day is coming up on Monday, today we are
celebrating it ahead of time at the community center.
A great show by Short and Sweet, the entire show is
patriotic, singing, dancing, skits all in honor of
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