RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

So silently, quietly, listening to beautiful music
calming me inside, taking away all worry and strife of this day.
Floating on rivers, slowly going downstream to an unknown future
awaiting my appearance.
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Musical depths coming from pictures of churches from
my youth.
Their memories bringing back the mysterious rhythms
and sacred feelings that always seemed to touch my
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Watching snow fall steadily on a television channel,
enjoying it immensely, minus the chill, wetness and
cold of actually being knee-deep in it.
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Everything that has died was once alive,
living fruitfully with bittersweet memories
to sustain them.
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Strumming down lanes of hidden melodies,
feeling impressions of nature etching them-
selves within my mind, bringing me to a
recognition of life's pastimes and inuring
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Thinking, deeply in contemplation, on shores of life
as it's waves lap upon my brain, whetting it's appetite
with learning, searching, imagination.
A freedom of certain discernment, an elation of purity
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Flags waving through my mind,
touching me interiorly with an expectant source
of emotion furling and unfurling my intense
imagination.
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Feelings reaching deeply into my soul,
watching their effects as they fill my heart with
sorrowful emotion and images of forgotten times of
existence.
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Valentine's Day, a day to behold.
To buy chocolates, cards, stuffed toys
to show your love.
Corny verses, heart decorations, dozens
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Fantasy survives a millennium of treatises on maturity and
realizing realities.

It survives it all with good grace and coquettish style.
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