RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Singular thoughts falling in line, catching my breath with rhythms slanting across the territory of my mind.
Secretly saying the words I need to hear, coming from the music as it leads me down pathways towards an eternity, giving off aromas of future destinies.
Collating sounds and matching them with heavenly scents of adjectives, forming interior motion and leading me towards an effervescent state of mind.
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Circular angles hanging overhead, beaming light upon our environment.
A surprise benefit is that rays came down and illuminated my mind and it's darkest corners, giving me leeway to understand and write whatever is standing in my life to be shared with others.
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Circular rectangles touching my mind mysteriously and timidly with a shyness borne from birth.
Illuminated in a powder of lightness, feeling almost invisible in the center of a crowded room filled with volunteers.
Characters are forthcoming, experiencing the friendliness of one another as we sit around tables juxtapositionally, laughing and enjoying each other's company.
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Recreating designs, forming new techniques in order to create one of a kind tendencies.
Changing behaviors of all acknowledged aspects of formal training, as it pertains to stifled independence.
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Classical music nowhere in sound, yet, a polka is swaying and swinging into my mind with elastic feelings of sensibility and vigor.
Sensations of feet tapping, fingers flying, as writing begins to portray all the melody's around me.
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Unsuspecting people, not knowing what's going on behind closed doors of rehab and nursing homes until they suddenly find themselves in them.
Being at the mercy of their staff, you won't get the correct care, right medicine or dosages.
Special diets you're supposed to be on are ignored, because the kitchen staff knows nothing of the diets patient's doctors put them on.
Staff is not properly trained to take care of the variety of medical conditions people are admitted with, and many ignore sanitary procedures that need to be followed.
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Silence envelopes every fiber of being, bringing solace to my soul.
Hiding deeply within, not wanting to come out and face the cruelty of this world.
Timid, shy, wandering aimlessly, keeping what solace I do have very close to my heart.
So much of silence fills me constantly with a peaceful countenance.
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Washing memories,
bringing them back
with vibrant images,
showing me what life used
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Walking with a swagger,
down long hallways,
confident of their space in life,
caring for others, and
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Truth in life is tantamount.
There is no way to skirt it,
it's always present.
Even when telling a lie, you
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