RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Purples of happiness, filling my senses as I peer
out a window to watch the wind racing through the
atmosphere.
Catching hold of leaves hanging from trees, blowing
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Patterns of nature enter my mind, touching senses of
intellect to awaken them and learn what is beneath
their meanings.
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Natural inclinations to hide within and write
from depths no one else can enter into.

Peaceful abodes abiding my development, as I
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Reaching out for concepts to enter into many
abstractions that I'm picking up through
avenues of rhythm.
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Roses reflecting in mirrors of time,
enticing me to roam around again in
heaven's gardens.
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Pushing buttons, beeping sounds are emitted into the
atmosphere, totaling prices of items people buy.

Cars sliding, fork lifts backing up, steady beeping
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Deeply meditating in
showers of reminiscence.

Finding many reminders
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Strings slowly pulling melodies out into the open,
dancing in my mind to their quixotic rhythms.

Feeling with emotion, lyrics touching hidden
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Sedately dancing, looking within at opportunities of
realization in life's tunnels of destiny.
Playing at rhythm's door, being calmly soothed by
it's beauty of feeling.
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