RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Wintry, cold day, causing an intimo of emotion, building a glacier of ice within to hide my tears from all I meet.
Music being played touches my mind, bringing it alive and in tune with life's bizzare requirements.
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Destiny fulfills experience without frills or expectations, acknowledging an innate talent in life's hidden corners.
Finding treasures in silent caches of imagination, reserved for poetical decisions in labyrinths of a fundamental world.
Sending messages through a mind of vision and imagery.
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Forming friendships through life's misery, lasts to amount to some joy along the way.
Alleviating some of the heartache we all go through.
An everlasting aisle of tribulation continuing until eternity gets in it's way.
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People speak of paradise, yet I haven't ever seen it here on earth.
Only when I've died have I seen heaven's gardens for myself.
Blue roses growing effervescently in abundance everywhere I looked.
An intense bluened silence holding me spell-bound as I took it all in.
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Marching thoughts straddling intellect,
riding them like horses on the trail,
taking along so many ideas and views of
literature in nature to this particular
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Twigs poking my memories, bringing them to the forefront so I may see the beautiful willow trees of home when I was just a child.
Their long slender fingers grazing the lawn, hiding me behind them, because I didn't want to be found at times by anyone.
Turning towards the trunk, touching it's bark and lifting myself into the branches of it's arms, wanting to be held by mother nature.
Always feeling safe and secure in their hold, not ever wanting to climb back down.
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Rushing to meet a rhythm beating inside me, wanting to continue to feel it's thunder inside my chest.
At ease in it's presence, enjoying the grasp it has on my heart, soul and mind.
Never minding that it takes me away to heights and depths of life and reality.
Solo thoughts africanized in jungles of my imagination, not wanting to be tamed by rules of english grammar.
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Topless palm trees,
standing naked in the Arizona afternoon sun,
not being seen by anyone besides this poet.
Placing it's presence now in a poem to be
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Switching positions,
adjusting linear situations to see
what will appear in kaleidoscopes of sound.
Each design's color emits a tone of perfect
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Scribbles of a genius
form from thoughts of
intellectual wisdom,
becoming future
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