RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Leaves shining with rays of sun alighting upon
them, gently being blown upon their branches,
and teased quietly without concern.
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Visions of interior life filled with gardens
of heaven, portrayed in the blossoms of blue
roses.
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Rain colors the earth with deeper hues, richer vibrancy
of sighted feelings.

Rain colors are many as they fall, clear little crystal
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Living on a highway of this mind, realizing every motion
is going forward, never stopping in the middle of traffic.

Listening to rhythms of tires, as they roll over asphalt
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Wondering in depths of interior solace at all the things
that I've learned through the years.

Some of them thrilling, some not, but they have all
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Having appointments with Dr. L. just once a month now,
hoping to keep improving, yet knowing that I am not,
is a travesty to this mind of mine.
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Shouting out to the world, wanting to shower it with inner
poetry, portraying life in many forms and sentences, giving
off their own essence in the simple country ways of the
desert.
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Wanting to break chains of life from within, being free
and independent.

Soaring into inner depths of intellect, finding self in
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Somnolent pastimes being held in daylight, left over from
last night's dreams, slipping away from the edges of night,
looking for miracles to appear.
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Sitting here waiting for a flag ceremony to begin - one that
my son will be in,

Hearing noise everywhere, instruments playing their songs
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