RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reaching forward,
touching something in my mind, awakening,
stirring it's appearance into frothy acquiescence.
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Whiling away tons of sentences,
trying to bring some sense to living.

Never really finding anything lasting
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Contributing genuine happiness to an interior
filled with grief, hoping some of it will be
kept as part of being who I am.
Through the ages though, it settles into an
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Ever increasing emotions flow and
drown me in their everlasting grasp,
giving no respite in life.
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Created designs reflect themselves into my imagination.
Flipping images in and out of mind, settling on inner
screens of other dimensions.
Believing they'll eventually become a part of eternity's
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Writing in life's corridors,
making observations,
tending thoughts and gelling
memories so they'll last forever.
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Shadows of intellect fill my mind as I walk down pathways,
keeping to myself in all aspects.
Touching senses gently, hoping to retrieve some semblance
of nature's sanity and place it permanently in a picturesque
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Compositions flow eternally from creative juices,
always present in a mind's imagination.
Ebbing into energetic forces, bringing beauty
from nature into poetical rhymes.
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Living in solitude, keeping to myself,
held captive by subconscious memories.
Traipsing into imagination and viewing
them on inner screens, watching where
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Reflective windows letting in rays of
sun to illuminate life through nature.

Watching a blackbird walking around on
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