RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Translating and gathering equations from music, placing
them into properties of life, fulfilling new concepts
and ideas that come to mind.
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Checkerboarding across this interior life, moving spaces
at a time into the future, hands of clocks never moving,
as each thought is allowed to locate everything needed.
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Dancing in the morning sunlight, toes touching dew drops
as they balance upon tips of grass leaning over from their
weight.
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Wasting no time, writing out all thoughts as they flow
continually from within an interior waterfall, isolate-
ed in depths of an interior life.
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Failing to see any reason to not stop immigration and
close our borders to protect citizens of the United
States from all the usurpers of justice.
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Listening to sounds of nature, feeling their vibrant tones
within my soul, finding their simplicity soothing, calming
my heart, touching my mind through intellect.
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Bopping to rhythms, filling the atmosphere, carrying
notes and sounds into intellect, undeterred.

Mind always ready to accept the fragrant aromas of
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Life is filled with sorrow no matter where you are or go,
losing loved ones, pets, jobs, life, love, arguing and
losing faith in one another.
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Longing for peace and serenity, being alone, untethered,
tied to no one, loving to be reminded of past single days
when life was one good time.
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Noticing lately that my eyesight is deteriorating a
little, not able to always focus when writing or
reading.
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