RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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Ends are always turning up when we least expect them
on our roads and highways through life.
Building and working on relationships, bringing selves
together.
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Laughing and joking, having a wonderful time, listening
to an Italian band bring tears of sorrowful joy to my
heart and happiness to my soul.
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Lilting songs, swinging around my heart and mind,
filling me with a musical ecstasy, reverberating
and entering my soul.
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Arizona ragtime cowboys, jostling in their saddles,
riding ranges, watching their cattle and enjoying
God's nature with wonder and awe.
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Submersed in beautiful music, allowing it to take over
all thoughts and images, recreating them sublimely
with ease.
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Driving incessantly, the beat of my soul, taking it
soaring above this world and showing the universe
over and through.
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Geriatric doesn't quite fit what I'm seeing
before me.

As senior citizens dance across the floor,
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