RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Pressing ironly into my heart are saddened loneliness and abandonment.
Collating all that lies within and pasting them on pages of internal identity for the future lying before me.
Awaiting alterations that need to be made no matter what anyone else may think and not letting anyone stand in the way of a brighter future for everyone.
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Wandering wonderfully down many hallways of life, enjoying the scenery and acts of God in nature.
Maturing in ageless beauty, bringing an essence of love into my interior soul as I prayerfully continue down hallways of life, finding my way through trials of being human.
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Differences scattering themselves within, not caring who is what or if something's there.
Tattered remnants hanging from banner poles, recognizing facts of life now torn asunder.
Waking to a special reverie, wandering pathways lighted with fiery depths deep within souls.
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Striking chords of resemblance, touching their essence with pure, avid, innocence.
Calculating moments in time when no one else can see into them, finding an expertise beforehand, never recognized for what it was worth in a lifetime of perfection.
Solutions abounding, with no end in sight, beautiful landscapes sliding across the future, c
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Detecting movement stirring within my brain, looking forward to writing and hearing music being composed in seconds of time.
No prior thoughts to find or think about, they just flow downhill like a rushing waterfall into my being and are written out at the end of a pen.
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Standing on corners of my mind, watching images walk by,
caressing their meanings and knowledge with my mind.
Wondering where they might fit in and what they will
eventually say and become.
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Sparkles of memories glimmer in my mind's eyes, twinkling ideas, leading them to my imaginative mind for possibilities of rhyming abstractions.
Holding closely to visions as they waltz around subconsciously in realms of fantasy's realities.
Observing countless details in picturesque thought, choosing cognitively, particles of truth for fodder of my mind continually.
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Centered deeply within my being, obliterating all noise around me, keeping my mind balanced with symmetrical music, playing violinly in tune with my writing.
Introducing sincere thoughts filled with learning even as they're written down, sending emotions thriving, into rivers, flowing along without stopping or pausing.
Combining all injustices into one large amount to be taken away and sent charging to the stormy ocean without reprieve or regrets.
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Clouds floating across vast areas, images touching,
kissing, reflections on top of water.
Waves gently rising and falling, leaving patterns
lying in the wind.
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Another day has opened before me, bringing new experiences, expectations and ideas into my life.
A wonderful sense of peace fills me, even though life is full of suffering and I'm falling into a darkened abyss, a pit of grief, that I can't avoid.
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