RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Watching nature as it blows a steady morning breeze across the desert.
Reviving and refreshing everything, including me, in this exciting space of earth.
Stepping in every facet presented to me through nature, writing away in fantasies of imagination.
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Reading my mind, watching developing thoughts grow into prose and delicate stories of who I was and am.
Taking videos throughout the years, never forgetting a single moment in picturesque ideas, set in constant portraits before my mind.
Delicately folding all matter into many albums, treasured interiorly forever.
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Ranting, reveling in exciting ways, bringing along rapid emotions on a fast paced trek through lands of unbidden talent.
Throwing cares to winds of fate, tunneling across minds of ingenuity, focusing intellect on screens of inner wisdom.
Relating memories to what used to be known, carrying them forward to be used in radically new designs for eternity's shores, coming into view.
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Enticed by musical accompaniment, liquidly fascinated by it's enthralling feelings filling my being.
Justifying a motivation stirring within, keeping abreast of surging emotions twirling around, taking me on a lyrical journey into a realm of goodness and fun.
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Relaxing to music of old, enjoying it's beat and rhythm.
Taking advantage of melody, existing in an atmosphere of soul-searching peacefulness.
Trying to ignore rude people talking incessantly throughout the performance of volunteer entertainers.
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Silence saturates my being, taking me to expanding horizons of imagination.
Writing details for posterity, likening life in it's reality, matching abstraction's holds in venues of subconscious realms.
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Stretching out on beaches, lingering on particles of sun-warmed, sandy, beguiling smiles hiding beneath umbrellas and touching corners of other's mouths, going past timidly.
Wrong-ended thoughts belittling the potential of long-lasting friendships.
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Threading life with equal parts of suffering and trials, catering to anticipated visions over clocks of time.
Stationed in vibratory closets of earlier doses of energy, capturing all the signs of youth, ended once upon a time.
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Solitude sanctifies inner beliefs and faith with it's quiet interpretation under the breath of God's Holy Spirit.
Holy and peaceful, touching edges of heaven's gates, with purpose and ability.
Using talented gifts bestowed upon a mind of incessant intellect.
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Flowering patterns flowing across material, flowing above stairs of necessity.
Tantalizing enduring moments, adjusted to non-ending seconds in revolving areas of life, beckoning to those from the other side.
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