RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Wandering down lanes of memory's images, watching my past as it was lived when younger.
An enduring video of what I used to see and think of, all details coming across clearly and distinctly in colorful tones of rhythm.
Loving to traverse through all the visions, knowing the impressions by heart and wishing at times that I could go back and relive some of them.
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Quietly sitting here, having had surgery early this morning.
Not quite up to par as yet, but wanting to write what I can into a poem.
Life is beautiful, looking out a hospital elongated, oval window at the night.
Reaching up to me with all it's lights shining brightly into my eyes and twinkling into my mind's poetry like a brilliant star.
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Rose-colored visions filtering through reality,
giving me hope in times of sorrow and failure.
Respecting life and it's stature in mine,
giving it's due in everything daily.
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Looking up at a beautiful picture my granddaughter drew for me.
Hanging on the wall of my hospital room, showing how much I am loved by her.
Every petal of the flower is an individual heart, and the leaves are like her seven year old arms, hugging me all day, every day, right here in my lonely room.
Feeling the depth of her love gives me hope, and the faith to continue getting better so I can get back home and play Barbie's with her again.
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Stepping lightly, careful not to fall to either side of life's banal arrangement.
Carrying a myriad of thoughts across the river, holding onto them while listening to their voices singing melodically to my mind.
Extrapolating and finding a place for each one to recline in many rhythms being written right now.
Composing sonatas and etudes in areas of my mind where I lounge and play with all sorts of ideas, taking all into caverns of intellect, while allowing imagination to have free rein transporting them to outer limits.
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Dirty mirrors of yesterday, suddenly being washed anew,
shining with a presence of the future living in new found words of explanation.
Starting over, beginning new reflections to mirror abhorrent pastimes now being washed away forever.
Nothing able to mar their new freedom in gigantic pools of illumination.
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Stormily shaking foundations, causing them to be disrupted and spilt upon the ground.
Being displaced, finding new directions and being allured by their persistence in wanting to start again in canyons of tomorrow.
Seeing the beginnings of new life spread across earth and off into outer universes of earthly life.
Solemnly being examined and lit by fires of wisdom as more and more knowledge finds it's way into social patterns of existence.
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Delicately lacing my mind with beautiful ribbons of rainbow, watching them all being turned into lines of sentences.
Then being taught to children in schools of learning, where stagnant minds are once again taught to think for themselves.
Beauty abounding, finding thoughts dancing lightly between every word and pulling them rhythmically - altogether in alignment with heavenly scents from above.
Swinging and swaying in time with musical frustration as it continues to swerve right into depths of enlightened amusement.
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