RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Delving deeply into my mind, swimming through all the
thoughts I've ever had, pushing and rearranging their
pictures so I may create whatever I want.
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10: 45 a.m.
Looking into the future of the past
and seeing how different it turned
out compared to what I thought it
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8: 02 p.m.
Thinking of many things, wanting to write all of
them, yet they don't fit in this particular rhyme.
So, off on a tangent I go, recognizing patterns falling
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Joining former thoughts in a conclave of sorrow,
hoping to find a reprieve from it's long-standing
figure in my mind.
Never seeming to get it's center to come out and
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Cuddling closely in our senior years,
still loving one another the way we did
the first day we met.
Remembering your eyes holding a twinkle
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Soothing rhythm melting my heart into a melody of pure
innocence.
Liking the feelings that are being touched within my soul,
giving me a pleasurable amount of intellectual thoughts.
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When are we ever going to meet again in this world?
Have you forgotten me so quickly and so thoroughly
already?
When tears fall silently I will remember your
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Lightly stepping on synapses of my brain, bringing rhythms into step with writing.
Faster and faster, approaching poems with accelerating mastery towards endings of beautiful prose.
Each poem holding a message for every person who reads them.
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Never leaving the interior side of intellect, fixating on my mind, recalling everything I've ever done in life.
Unsolicited material always at my beck and call, never adjusting or aligning attitudes to keep it flowing.
Sensing the wilderness floating just below the surface, giving me expressions no one else can fathom.
Left to only one person to write as quickly as I can to rhythm's benefit.
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Inspiration flowing throughout my being, giving an essence of inner poetical mysteries, and generating a peaceful serenity of seclusion.
Easing self gently into pools of sorrow, bathing in the stillness of a quality silence.
Seeking times of ideal loyalties, walking carefully through abject tears as they fall to their demise, never living on edges of eternal beautification.
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