RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rolling over the ground in my mind,
feeling waves of nausea off and on.
Trying to carry on and write through
it all at times is difficult, yet
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Listening in my mind as thoughts cogitate and
let themselves be known.
Opening like blossoms,
filling the atmosphere with lovely descriptions of life
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Butterflies flitting over the lawn, exercising their wings and exploring other worlds right around them.
So graceful and softly flowing, leaving their presence soaring around my intellect, touching parts that haven't been written about
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Waiting, hoping to see a friend or two enter my room, giving me a breath of fresh air as they visit and talk with me for a while.
Missing the articulate conversation that's always between and among us when we're together.
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Lightened darkness surrounding life outside my window with it's gentle coat of arms.
Royally enjoying wafts of nature being imaginatively sent through the window panes.
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Mind wandering around the neighborhood outside my window, helping me to see sights closer in as I flow over them in imagination.
Gathering all sensations, letting them fill me to exceptional
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Totally watching gusts of wind blowing limbs and leaves in time with nature's rhythms.
Lovely escapes, thoughts being blown far and wide, covering
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Piano sounding in perfect pitch
as I write - so clearly and distinctly,
leaving only beautiful tones to remember
as I sit contemplating through writing.
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In a stark little rich neighborhood behind the care center, a small black and white dog came walking, dragging it's leash behind.
Minutes later along came a young man, hat and sunglasses on, rolling a little girl's two-wheeler bike with training wheels.
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Balloons floating above my table, given to me by my sons, granddaughters and grandson for Mother's Day.
Cards and roses of many colors, parading their aromas throughout my room, helping me have positive thoughts by which
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