RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Olden ages of yesterday creep around
outskirts of my mind, taking in their
environment, coping with particles of
grief past.
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Platforms of pious thought gather
like flocks of sheep.
Keeping pace with silent, unseen
rhythms, flowing through being's
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Banging around, fluctuating in rhythms of imagination
with careful abandon.
Studying melodies with silent beauty, saturating my
mind's eyes, taking in every nuance sent flying by in
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Selecting words for crosswords of my mind,
captures imagination.

Taking me on journeys through literature,
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Talking away, finding words to express feelings,
filling in blanks with newly made thoughts.

Justifying every nuance with aplomb and stances
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Hitting spots of energy, filling pockets of life with
ancestral images of yesterday, and beautiful moments
selected casually with ease.
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Soothing my soul, willow trees in memory
flow and sway in rhythms of my youth.

Ever green, fresh, tactile to feelings I
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Secretly flowing like lava oozing from an active
volcano, covering my mind with mosaics of deepened
grief.
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Sensing moments, unforgettable to inner senses of
misplacement.

Tending to emotions, sliding about with no attach-
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Reading into deep pockets, arranging tickets of yesterday
into books of life-like photos, interceding with adroit
moments of view.
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