RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Shadows of light flow through my mind, illuminating
ebony enrichment of tactile assurance.
Touching softly with gentle breezes, pathways of
elusive creativeness.
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Stillness of silence rifles along memories, awakening them
with happy sorrow over having lived through them.
Solitaire puzzles anchored in past years fill many hours now,
as I climb into age upon final shores.
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Sacredness is held in golden silence,
stilling the soul in wondrous prayer.

Life-extending possibilities steal
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Pictures, painted by oil paints of memory, saturate my
mind with their expressions and delicacies.

Touching gently, visions appear in sequence, bringing
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Turning and pivoting through life, not wanting to miss a
thing, as it may pertain to a poem in the making.
A creation of desire - a thought of nature - as it expires
in the midnight air.
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Bands of instruments play in my head, discerning abstractions
of beauty cognitively.
Leisurely awakening mind ideas for writing, snapping to
attention as life revolves around inner metronomes of time
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Repetition throughout life gives moments of recall
as we age and have more time to think of it all.
Likely aspects predict themselves and jump into
alignment with our lonesome thoughts on empty days
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Walking in time with rhythm held closely inside,
dictating moods of joy and happiness through life.
Standard peculiar orders of definitions appear
from invisibility on notions and ideas.
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Listening to rhythmic patterns propelling meaning into
every beat as visions glisten and shine within.
Altogether gathering sublime indications too shy to
bring themselves into the open.
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Alone in crowds of caring people, aging with wisdom in hand.
Carrying incitive advice in cupped hands, pouring forth with
statements meant to ease life's strains of turmoil.
Picking up on what's not said, reading between the lines and
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