RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Melodies softly playing, tip toeing through my mind,
touching thoughts that are being chosen to be written
into poems.
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Slowly and hesitantly wandering through desolate trails
and thick forests of thoughts, beneficial to writing and
being part o a peaceful interior atmosphere.
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Rising to meet another morning with a song in my heart,
and rhythms playing.

Pleasant sounds bringing colors of rainbows brightly to
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Rocking to rhythms that hang around, wanting to be heard,
having a hunger that cannot be sated on this earth.

Wanting love, knowing that desires are being enticed and
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Bright blue skies now turning a darker grayened blue,
getting prepared to create a storm of rain, lightening
and thunder upon this earth.
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Darkened clouds parting their eyes and looking down on
earth to see if we humans are paying attention.

Wanting to get seen and appreciated, making winds blow
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Writing, watching words flow onto pages as rhythms
continue to be played and listened to.

Mind running away with so many thoughts, grasping
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Collecting and transcribing letters of many words onto
pages of poetry journals, inciting and enticing poetical
compositions from within this precious and open mind,
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Reciprocating eternally, thinking, pondering facts
of life, trying to decipher the truth from lies that
insist on mixing in with the goodness we always try
and portray in this life.
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Clouds stretching their darkened bodies across skyways of
life, becoming a variety of patterns and designs attuned
to rhythms being listened to.
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