RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Lasting thoughts being uprooted like weeds in a garden,
making room for future shores, spreading ideas of beauty.
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Going on the road, taking all problems on a journey,
hoping to lose them on the way.
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A room full of heartaches, looking for
companionship in ending days.
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Expecting darkness to overcome me, awaiting it's arrival,
yet it doesn't appear.

Instead, my mind is clear, light, flowing freely with no
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Humans live life according to their inner purposes,
some bringing joy and happiness through serving of
others.
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Walking in steps of rhythm, keeping pace with every nuance
and beat played by a band of quiet renown.
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Signals pouring from subconscious depths, turning and
tilling fertile brain cells of imagination.

Opening boxes of ebony tears, looking at their crystal
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Pounding through exacting measures, feeling their power
penetrate my being, waking me to new endeavors and
meaning.
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Bouncing around, enjoying every nuance of rhythm as
it escapes the environment and is caught by my mind
in anticipation of a new poem on the near horizon.
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Interior solace, bluened by music of yesteryear, flying
with imagination into dimensions beyond our vision.
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