RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Juggling activities with ease, enjoying their beauty and
fervor with a splendid sense of purpose, altering and
enlivening our movements through the years.
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Joyful music filling my mind expansively with energy and verve.
Inquisitively bouncing around, prying loose thoughts, kept
hidden from sight through times of sorrow.
Allowing hope to penetrate and become an entire part of life's
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Nature comes into being with very little effort or thought.
Blending experience with imagination and turning depths
inside out.
Creating vast pools of novel ideas to be swum and intercepted
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Racing across expanses of subconsciousness,
having fun twisting and turning from deserts
to oceans in split second mind pivots.
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Looking selfishly within, seeing screens of imagination
all my own.
Scraping away reality from my mind's shoes, taking
pleasure in it's disappearance.
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Wondering about riddles and their syncopetic rhythms,
wandering through my mind, wanting to grasp answers
just out of sight.
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Rampaging through hours of musical intellect,
rehearsing airs of liberty, benefiting from
hours of practice as moods soar and climb to
heights never attained before.
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Tunnels of perfection formed by nature in quiet,
gentle ways are set before me as I write of their
peaceful waves of existence in poems of accessibility.
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Elderly musicians, coaxing melodies of yesterday from their
abodes of disarray.

Tempting dancers to arise and take to flight across the
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Being a bystander, watching other's lives pass
by me, heading for their destinies.

Sun shining about outdoors, while I sit inside
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