RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Saturated beyond belief, facets of life crumple and
dive headlong into imaginations's quiet respite.
Longingly skating across and through memories,
waking senses long since deadened.
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Changing attitudes, beating faster into the rhythms,
giving pleasure as I write in time to it all.
Completing the sequences of tonight's measures with
a delicate balance of talent and inborn knowledge.
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Aphid-like, sorting out which way to go, taking off
on wings of freedom, nothing standing in the way.
To live life this way would be a glorious situation,
one which is simple and didactic, worthy of interior
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Like lightening to a bug, my world is transformed into
another place.
Life is worn inside out, filled with doubt and
insecurity.
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Skirting edges of remorse, tears hide behind clouds of
unknowing despair.
Wallowing in worry-filled aisles of truth, carefully
stopping to step around moments of saddened discourse.
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Magical forests of clouds stretching farther than our
eyes can see are silent, still, not moving about,
there is no breeze right now.
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Coming down, touching now, tops of clouds.
Scraping our jet's belly quickly over them
gliding along currents of atmospheric
pressure
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Enjoying the stillness of this morning, walking around
it's circumference, looking quietly at all that is
encircled within.
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Stretching imagination, spreading it's ideas throughout
intellect, inspiring every fiber of my being with poetical
rhythms.
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