RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Into life's final dream, watching past memories slowly
go by - not in sequence - but beautiful just the same.
Good times shared with those we love, holding these
thoughts in our hearts to take with our souls on
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Located here inside this mind lies all the loneliness
and emptiness that imagination can bring.
From this deep well of emotion and grief come poems
of varied styles, each standing on it's own merit.
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Tarot cards unfolding from an inner grasp, being read
by interior whisperings on midnight couches.
Finding visions of the future held in check today,
waiting for their turns to be exposed to the world.
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Lying in wait for explanations to be brought about.

Thinking on all realms of thought, looking for
absolute decisions.
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Staring into space, leaving mind marks to keep place.
Wondering silently aloud of all things invisibly
thought or heard.
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Tantalizing music flowing in my ears, entering my mind,
filling it full of ideas and images for imagination's
enjoyment and peace.
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Turning centuries over in a mind of ingenuity and
precise moments of actuality.
Rightfully engineering beliefs and edifying thoughts
of both yesterday and future ideas.
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Tonal quality reaching a perfect pitch, penetrating
audio ears with listening intensity.
Brightly colored feelings jutting from my insides,
as Yanni continues to play my heart.
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Running and turning inside a revelry of this mind's
eyes.

Believing in goodness and wisdom, fulfilling life
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Quiescently waltzing along patterns of destiny,
resting in pools of peaceful desire as wanton
thoughts coalesce in dreams of forgetful memories.
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