RoseAnn V. Shawiak Oceans Poems

Open-hearted, honest, laying everything on the line,
searching for answers to begin solving whatever needs
to be done.
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Hardened tones of voices, reaching depths never touched
prior to this moment.
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Riding waves of life into depths of interior oceans,
swimming through abodes of sea life, seeing brilliant
colors and difficult entrances into some of the
tunneled caverns formed by lava and earthquakes from
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Taking life in stride, thinking over it's steps all along
the way, and realizing reality as it filters out and into
imagination, falling short of our every expectation.
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Life circles itself through the years, touching
interiorly, my soul, sending it into oceans of
sorrow that continue to crash against my heart.
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Belonging in your arms, gaining strength through the
love you are giving to me.

Growing intuitively within, soaring in your arms alone,
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Suffering loneliness in a corner of my being, forgotten
and left to myself, knowing nothing but the beating of
this heart to the rhythms I am listening to.
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Selecting words, and definitions, at times being changed to suit
this poet's frame of mind, letting joy and happiness fill this
entire being as moments are collected, stored and used in poetry.
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Flowing movements of music tantalizing and carrying this
being into oceans of solitude where life is kept hidden
in secret depths of creativeness and innate talent.
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Waiting on shores alongside ocean waves, taking in
breath-taking walls of water falling and crashing
beneath our eye's sight.
Watching foam and droplets of water dance about,
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So gently, rocking me on waves of emotional content,
letting me feel their textures and benefit from
their depths of intellect.
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Simple, beautiful, feelings of peace saturating my
soul and being.
Drifting with melodies of life, riding waves of
ageless oceans.
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Patchwork thoughts bind together creating
a pattern for living long and happy.
Both ideas form adjacently, blending ideals
and puzzles into fractious bewilderment.
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Compiling messages from past encounters, collecting them carefully, arranging each one in exacting order, according to emotions formed within my heart.
Developing mind-sets in jungles of ideas, calculating, dividing, separating and uniting it all into whatever I write down in poetical form for selfish reasons of sanity.
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