RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Drawing self into portraits of imagination, taking all the ideas filled from yesterday's compositions.
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Twanging rhythmically in my mind, waking emotions and ideas, combining them with one another through time immemorial.
Closeness, coming together in blended spirits, taking time to dance and compose life stories through poetry.
Flying into atmospheres never seen before, yet seeming familiar to my brain.
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Reality stares out interior windows, reflecting on life experiences and wishful thinking.
Experimenting with difficult circumstances and daily grinds, hoping to find a mixture to blend into a finite solution for decades to come.
Insinuating itself at last in annals of time and space.
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Whispering breezes talking quietly to storm clouds in the sky.
Lasting moments, crawling across my mind, exercising intellectually at a different pace than most.
Feeling emotions taking over and supplanting them with an expertise unknown in the world today.
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Writing utensils being used to explore makings of an inner child, touching upon theories, expanding in talent's forte.
Being formed from within as colors of the rainbow feature artful endeavors through writing.
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Loving thoughts remain in conscious levels
for all times,
even though they aren't being expressed
openly to the person whom you'd like to know
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Leading thoughts into waterfalls of truth, cleansing and purifying them for all to see.
Plainly writing down what each picture of thought is revealing through photographic images, telling everything my brain desires.
Wanting to know all formulas and patterns intertwined within, programming a lifetime of serene contemplation.
Promises made when younger stay in place for an eternity, never losing their impetuous meanings for another.
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Finding somewhere to be, deep inside of my soul, tranquil and happy just to be here.
Laughter tickles with emotional clarity, taking me on a journey into spacious living rooms of imagination.
Searching is at a standstill for the time being - no worries as I settle down interiorly.
Focusing tightly on exaggerated views, talently taking place on roads of fancy.
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Silent disappointment draining the energy
of existence from me.
Keeping me thinking of suicidal ideas to
sate the cravings
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Lolling around a DES office, waiting, people watching, noticing discrepancies all about me.
Relationships falling and breaking apart, others holding on.
Major illnesses spread around, taking turns waiting in line, hours on end.
Bridging spans of time, everyone waiting to get a pittance of help with food and medical care.
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