RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Dreaming of blossoms, throwing their
aromas into winds of my interior rhythm's,
causing a pilgrimage to begin in early
evening, in lands of contemplative mirrors.
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Tracing patterns into dense beats of rhythm,
forsaking everyday experiences just to be in
the midst of intense immersion.
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Waves tumbling like desert
tumbleweeds rolling across the desert.
Watching an essence of it's dry beauty
as it came forward and brought an extra
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Tasting the smell of grilled hot dogs on
the bar-b-que.
Wonderfully scented, touching taste buds,
giving delight to a brain in anticipation
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Shattering glass memories with
sharpened tears of blue crystal.
Resting in our beds of lace on
final days of misery, we are
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Wakefulness hitting me in the middle of the night,
catching my eyes in starlight.
Watering sorrowful thoughts growing inside my mind
waiting to be picked and shown in written words.
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Mesmerizing an audience with a resonant voice,
touching souls with her humor and inflective
tones.
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Being a child filled with a wonderful curiosity for life,
alone on an island, happy, contented, sololy appreciating
her time with no name calling her.
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Significant abandonment issues fill up innermost parts of brain and soul.
Articulating loneliness as it transponds itself into byways of elastic transcendence beyond scopes of intellect.
Fixating on striving to maximize knowledge as it freely roams around, looking for neurons to translate it's special formulas to acknowledge aspects of learning curves.
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Strong and soft-spoken,
settling gently into a garden
filled with blue roses from heaven.
Keeping time with every pulse,
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