RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Comparing textures of nature against each other in
cacti, trees and plants, all of extraordinary beauty.
All ornaments in gardens of landscapes, showing us
their essence, sharing their ideas with my mind as
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Thinking of olden days when people had to work just
to eat and live.
So different now than then, people with leisure time,
playing bingo, dancing, traveling for pleasure,
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Noticing for the first time today, how clear and
focused I am since the new I.V. given to me
yesterday.
A clarity, bright and keen, sharper than it has
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Joint jumping across the atmosphere, filling an
entirety of genuine realization as thinking begins
it's circular turnabout.
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Suddenly falling into a despondent state of mind,
thoughts trying to close in around me, torturing
with their insistent hurtful memories.
Thrusting them away, trying to ignore and disregard
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Waking to sounds of nature in imagination, hoping to
be calmed by their individual rhythms.
Somewhere along the way I've discovered that there
are many avenues to intellect and wisdom.
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Beautiful waltz taking us all on a trip through Rome.
Exciting tones of romance, sifting through the melody,
giving pleasant rhythms room to breathe in syncopation.
Variations falling upon my ears as I listen and compare
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Filling self with who I am, leaving no room for
anyone else.
Cradling life in forms of literature, no qualms
begetting doubts, just a freedom of aloneness
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Movement filling my vision, sparkling across the room,
dancing to tunes of yesterday.
Placating spirits with peaceful motion and steps of
thought.
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Musically speaking to my mind, rhythm filters itself
into thoughts, gyrating ideas into novel approaches,
swirling into catacombs of deep abysses awaiting
discovery.
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