RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Writhing and crawling through measures of intelligent
paraphrases as they are written in generous proportions
for all who read them.
Contacting the synapses as they wriggle and gyrate into
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Watching stones on the ground, gathering momentum
and falling into patterns of immortality.
Always forming ideas as they formulate themselves
and become apparent inventions of tomorrow.
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Slow motion locomotive, swerving around corners and
looking out for obstacles on the tracks in front of
it.
Traveling through mountain scenery, white with snow
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Energetically bouncing off the planet earth in memories
of established solitude, begging for participation in
an every day expectation.
Moving excitedly in a jumble of moments, beckoning to
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Searching through movements set to music, and taking
the motions to hear.
Whiling away the technicalities of insistent life as
particular bits of yesterday filter themselves through.
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Stillness of this morning, being transported to
edges of eternity and back.
Smiles of beauty standing on faces of elderly
patrons at Buddy Stubbs, while listening to
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Thinking with music,
opening my mind wide and letting
in so many pictures, sounds, and
individual thoughts, unsuspecting
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Bricks of standing buildings are erected one at a time
in consecutive periods of stately demonstration.
So many aptitudes continually keep moving through time
and space.
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Cloudy memories falling down beside me,
giving tugs at my heart as I walk along
pathways filled with rosebushes,
reaching for me with thorns, catching
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Twinkling sounds reverberating in a presence of mind
while listening affectionately to perceptions of
falling rain as it pours upon me from within.
Tantalizing drops entering realms of interior
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