RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Detecting movement stirring within my brain, looking forward to writing and hearing music being composed in seconds of time.
No prior thoughts to find or think about, they just flow downhill like a rushing waterfall into my being and are written out at the end of a pen.
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Standing on corners of my mind, watching images walk by,
caressing their meanings and knowledge with my mind.
Wondering where they might fit in and what they will
eventually say and become.
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Sparkles of memories glimmer in my mind's eyes, twinkling ideas, leading them to my imaginative mind for possibilities of rhyming abstractions.
Holding closely to visions as they waltz around subconsciously in realms of fantasy's realities.
Observing countless details in picturesque thought, choosing cognitively, particles of truth for fodder of my mind continually.
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Centered deeply within my being, obliterating all noise around me, keeping my mind balanced with symmetrical music, playing violinly in tune with my writing.
Introducing sincere thoughts filled with learning even as they're written down, sending emotions thriving, into rivers, flowing along without stopping or pausing.
Combining all injustices into one large amount to be taken away and sent charging to the stormy ocean without reprieve or regrets.
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Clouds floating across vast areas, images touching,
kissing, reflections on top of water.
Waves gently rising and falling, leaving patterns
lying in the wind.
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Tossing down balls of math onto patios of
resourcefulness.
Testing mercurial distances on verges of
a certain timelessness, again watching
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Day has come, evenings gone to bed without reservation.
Twenty-four hours await the arrival of wonder and
placement of thought.
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Seeing the love you have for your daughter, it is beautiful,
memorialized in many crystal tears.

Your daughter was very lucky to have a Mom like you, always
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Walking towards me with a bouquet of flowers, tears hanging from her eyes, a sadness emanating from her soul.
How I wish I could reach out, hug her, tell her I'm alright, that I still love her; but the silence of death lies between us.
Carefully making her way, making sure not to step on any other's grave, coming upon mine, kneeling, saying a prayer for me as she places her bouquet in the little holder.
Eyes totally misted over, everything's a little blurry; cleaning off my headstone, touching it so gently as if I am a part of it and she doesn't want to hurt me.
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Hug me like it's the last time you will hug me.
Melt your love into my heart and mind forever.
Imprint it onto my soul, so no matter how far we are
from each other, we will find one another again in
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