RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Yellow blossoms popping out before my eyes,
brightly shining in my mind.
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Reaching towards exhibits of interior dimensions,
hoping to blend them with what is already within.
Touching my soul with absolute silence and becoming
narrowed constantly as it fits quietly in spaces of
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Clouds crowding out blue sky,
heading to a destination no one
on earth can tell.
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Silence filling me as I watch interiorly on a screen.
Tears falling gently into a pool of atypical moderation,
sinking hurriedly into deep sections of personality,
closing off everyone else.
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Gently touching strings of my interior mind, blended with
subconscious dreams, bringing to fruition, an atmosphere
I can handle, becoming my purpose in spite of other people.
Listening carefully to other-worldly thoughts, seeking me
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Soothing thoughts play around inside my mind,
touching and reaching heart and soul with
gentle life-giving rhythms.
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Staring into murky waters, dull with age.
Barely moving, ripples lazily floating
downstream.
Thoughts alight upon a fallen leaf,
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Woodenly bursting at the sight of beauty,
watching it closely, knowing soon it will die.
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Reflection of a tree in a doctor's office visit,
placatingly signifying nature's choice of a
natural subject for a poem.
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Rejoicing over my death will be plentiful and of good quality.
Songs will be sung and bands will play the march of death for
me as I pass away.
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