RoseAnn V. Shawiak Elements Poems

Accidents of life are unforgiving relentless articles of
faith, prayer and hope, tomorrow settling itself
uncontentedly in spheres, pretending to feel safe and
secure.
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Feathers floating down to earth, fleeing the bird that kept
flying too much, figuring out mathematical formulas as it
keeps soaring above the ground.
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Watching and looking into the waters of an interior waterfall,
touching brain, mind and intellect, bringing out the best with-
in each meaning and definition.
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Staccato rhythms saturating each measure of music as
it's played in lively tunes that wander in and out of
each person's life with no effort.
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Dedicated to K., a slice of heaven soaking in rhythms being
played by his Dad and the rest of the band, dancing on edges
of a wagon wheel as it spins and circles life in intense
motions.
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Reserving time to sit and think, pondering many things
in this life, being always curious and wanting to know
what exactly life is all about.
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Filtering and allowing only important factors to
enter photographic screens, all other mundane things
get placed in photographic spheres that are stored
within this brain.
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Incessant rhythms waking my mind to the energy of
intellect as it continues to thing throughout the
moments of every day.
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Increasing tones rapidly focusing onto inner screens where
videos are being played according to the element of emotions
coming out to air themselves.
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An emptiness scours my insides as I listen to the Blues Brothers alone in the audience.
Missing the antics and smiles of my granddaugher, and son.
An entertaining time, yet missing that one element of family being together in fun.
Searching images, finding those of past times together, smiling within as an emptiness still fills me silently.
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