RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Recklessly thinking of doing things that are
dangerous, letting me feel alive once more
taking the time to be myself, like when I was
nineteen.
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Effervescent and bubbly, taking life in hand,
finding ways of having fun and winning money
in one way or the other at the casino.
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Extracting the beauty of heavenly skies and placing
it here in poetry.

Sublime and beautiful, storm clouds, black and gray,
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Nonchalantly sitting back, thinking about ideas being
collected by intellect as we ride back to the senior
center and then to our homes.
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Nothingness penetrating imagination, taking me into
depths that hold emptiness, yet giving thoughts to
write about anyway.
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Looking down, scanning the skyways, watching clouds
float along, some of them being blended together,
others in single file, sliding slowly across the
heavens.
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Wind blowing, taking trees, leaves, branches and
moving them briskly in all directions.

Cloudy skies, waiting to rain upon earth, knowing
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Weighing in on many topics people are talking about
nowadays, enjoying the controversy, and communication
that is coming from it all.
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Sensing an individual duality always hiding within,
keeping me company even when lonely.

Thinking about it, wondering what it actually is,
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Reaching into depths of intellect, extracting certain
memories and trying to find out more about them, solving
mysteries of my childhood.
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