RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

When the light of blue recreation alights upon my mind,
I play tantalizing games within my soul.

Rearranging whatever happens to be stagnating, causing
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Listening to the sounds of evening,
watching it's colors change from
rainbow to black.
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Stunning upheavals falling into places of jovial
circumstances where they don't belong.

Taking away the beauty of precious moments mounted
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Conference for writer's is over now until next year.
It ended up by being a wonderful experience.
Talented people from all avenues of creative writing
brought together to share imaginational thoughts,
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Wispy mesquite trees fanning sides of buildings
erected in the arid desert framework.

Life dwells intelligently alone on an oasis,
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Gnarled hands of addiction, always reaching out, trying
to grasp people's lives and destroy them.

Children and elderly suffer the most from this terrible
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Reaching for the ties that bind us to this world is
futile, there are no attachments here for us.

All is temporary, life cannot be held onto by either
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Remnants of a peaceful world float around in memory's
tombs of yesterday.

To be recalled by a wish, desire or image in just a
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Creatively chaotic, whirling and spinning in a maze of
delight and color.

Actively participating in the excitement of every single
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Light and carefree, dancing to inner melodies,
watching words and notes mix poetically with
the music.
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