RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Thriving wisdom, enjoying itself in realms of imagination
as it rises and swells with beautiful ideas of life -
becoming dreams.
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Secretly anticipating dreams of nighttime to visit
during daylight hours.

Bringing hope in tomorrow as I wander depths of
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Watching dancers in lonely arms,
reaching for embraces of human
contact.
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Evening stars sprinkle in my mind,
sparkling throughout imagination,
causing images to form.
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Tranquilizing moods of indecision, forging them with
steely integrity, taking strolls along rivers of
creative imagination.
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Tangling thoughts across vast plains of arid deserts,
reassuring insightful meanings of necessary definitions
filled with attitude.
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Silently, gently, walking through sorrow's doors,
tears held heavily in corners of eyes, waiting
to be touched and dried with a caring hand.
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Narrow voices, harried with stresses of daily trials,
trying to place them aside, but not having much success
at this particular time in space.
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Annexing feelings a little at a time, trying to focus
on intellect and it's generosity, hoping to become
famous in my own right some day.
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Singing tenor voices feeling just right, in perfect pitch,
sounding in synch with life's natural music.

Talented organization kept in control and left to flow
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