RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Selecting and arranging bottomless pits of ideas into
a plethora of subjects to be decoded and written about.

Surviving endeavors of life through misfortune, leaves
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Somnolent and moving slowly throughout tunnels of tomorrow,
casting out pointed looks, hoping to attract and catch hold
of extraordinary perceptions being held by abstract concepts.
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Frolicking in forests of imagination, holding true to
many commitments of life.

Remembering to combine and blend beauty existing in
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Slowly emerging as if from a dream of long ago,
wakefully transmitting it today.

Pictures forming, waving, haunting memories,
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How can a teacher who is stale themselves turn any child
onto learning?

A classroom, dull and all dried out with no excitement -
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Rugs wrinkled, lying on the floor, bamboo, painted pictures
hanging upon the wall.

Papers piled all over a wooden desk, a bookcase, stuffed
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Riding into the sunset, life hurrying alongside, trying
to keep up with imagination as I travel swiftly into
dimensions and atmospheres of difference.
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Seeing pathways, heading into unknown avenues of intellect,
going forward anyway.

Loving to discover many unknowns in this interior life and
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Silence in the darkness of evening, letting me go into it's
twilight without fear.

Spaces of time, collecting in precious memories of family
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Tackling everyday problems, writing poetry, keeping senses
about me and falling into rhythms, leveling out all of my
moods.
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