RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Quipping to myself, wanting to be alone,
yet can't seem to find a space to just be.
Recognizing facts, centering upon a
circumference of one, hoping it will come
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Writing plaintively in a haze of sunshine, rays touching my mind, warming it, priming it for an intense mood of allowable emotions.
Secure in who I truly am, keeping others at a distance, not wanting to be bothered at this time, because I prefer to write.
Solemnly contemplating life and it's insistence to progress into death, wondering what's the reason.
Knowing that I'll be reunited in heaven, but why? Why purgatory?
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Noting messages being sent into an atmosphere of uncaring love.
Stillness of an unsettling silence betraying inner turmoil, hoping to musically mislay it somewhere in time.
Seeking thought of memories deeply inside my mind, watching and waiting for another place in line with a journey into the future.
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Waking from dreams, reveling in their insight, being cautious on interpretations without.
Singing silently with moods of quiet distance, arranging to feel deeply at certain times of importance when writing.
Cautiously watching as images weave in and out, taking their time to leave profound messages in hallways of life.
Soothing music prolonging episodes of literature as it continues to flow, cascading down waterfalls of thought, never catching onto anything jagged or sharp.
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Taking off, rocking into the universe on a variety of rhythms, all chosen for their predictability of being impossibly naive and innocent.
Sanctioning beautiful graces as they fall from heaven's lightened pathways.
Incongruent differences compiling logic and reason, to be used in novels of poetical license, becoming aspects of wisdom as they are written down.
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Shaking perpetually in time with rhythm as it wrecks havoc musically.
Spending moments excitedly in rhyme, as perfect sounding pronunciations revolve in my head.
Fulfilling senses of unbelievable feeling, touching infiltrated periods of space as they are spread throughout heavenly skies of serene complacency.
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Looking through windows,
watching a tree become a
home for nature's closest friends.
Noticing up close, inside lights
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Finding light within a being, feeling it's aura spreading warmth
over me.
Enveloping my mind with a greater degree of intellect, charging
with an energy of imagined solace, taking over every fiber of my
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Standing in an open field,
arms upraised, eyes closed,
waiting for an answer from
God, as He is the only one
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Squares of intellect, many sizes and shapes, harping on corners of themselves, awaiting wisdom's decisions for areas of their spanning diameters.
Angles turning on edges, squeezing together for amounts of figures, hoping to formulate any number of beautiful artistic patterns being created as I write words down in processes of creative ideas.
Lanes spreading out into country roads, traipsing down dirt-filled ditches, wandering altogether aimlessly without any care or worries about what they'll find at the ends of their journeys.
Escaping jungles of entanglement, crossing fjords with tidal waves acting like a tsunami, covering everything in it's path.
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