RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Solitary thoughts sprout within an interior garden that
is continually blossoming from ideas and concepts.

Following intellect into realms of individuality, where
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Life is a deathtrap in all respects, we run through life
experiencing, discovering, finding that all of it is for
naught, because we will not live to benefit from it, ex-
cept temporarily.
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Constant thinking, keeping intellect awake, always in
the zone, figuring out rhythms, coding each into depths
of inner algorithms, not yet thought of by others in life.
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Living with the madness of life as a human being, we
are driven to do things to occupy our minds, bodies,
beings.
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Flowing down river, nowhere to hide, sun shining brightly
upon us, not being shielded by anything.

Filling our minds with what we are seeing on the way,
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Being energized while sitting here in my Granddaughter's
grade school, she's now in third grade and soaring way
above others in her class, being very smart, having
innate knowledge.
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Missions of education on earth, passing on literature,
history, math, science and reading to our youth,

Surprising what each of them individually can do with
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Wondering, living in a sphere of curiosity, thinking
outside every box of humanity, finding so many pictures
of thought being filled with ideas, aplenty.
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Walking silently, hand in hand through gardens of
remembering, having never been together, just re-
calling images that we have told each other.
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Sights beaming into my mind, allowing to see all sides
of a story, brightening intellect with exercises of
ingenuity.
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