RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reading my mind within, taking pleasure in finding the literature that appears in rhythms of life.
Enjoying formulas and scientific beatitudes as they light up my imagination.
Awakening subconsciousness and touching twilight emeralds, showing their value in words of enlightenment.
Scoring facets of beauty as they filter closely into outer limits of a mind, sensitive to emotional feelings in others, even if they don't recognize them on their own.
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Rushing home to myself as I am transported by rhythms into skyways of subconsciousness.
Forgiving attitudes calming me as I mount the last mountain of my life on earth.
Quieting my soul with fragrant scents of adjectives, blending together with thoughts of creating intellect.
Showing me exacting principles of music and it's compositions.
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Missing out on many activities in daily life, preferring instead to sit and write from imagination.
Taking myself on visits to outer space and beyond, then returning and leaving for points in inner space, reserved for only me.
Confident in my being, satisfied with life as I am living it today.
Leaving others out of my boundaries, preferring not to be hurt by their insensitive remarks and comments.
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Silently, crying inside, walking around in a deep ravine of sadness as I try to find words to express it's profound effect on my heart and mind.
Tacitly hiding within myself, wandering in saddened musical sounds, drenching me with their feelings, taking me into depths of emotion where I am astounded at their value and worth in my quiet little life.
Imagining the beauty I have found into a poem.
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Raining into my soul, all the sadness of a lifetime folding itself into my being.
Reaching deeply inside, and swimming around in musical sounds, letting myself be absorbed with their lilting rhythms.
Increased joy unfolding itself in many rhymes of imagination, telling everyone about a life beyond my own.
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Love beating in my heart, jumping to it's feet, allowing an idea to form and bring complacent dreams right where I am.
Walking into visions of past belonging, treasuring their wonderful essence in my mind's heart.
Visiting them in dreams of my memories, always holding them closely to watch and feel, any time the interior sadness becomes too much.
Attracting all types of misgivings, yet granting a license to roam into frontiers of future pastimes.
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Vacantly staring into environmental landscapes, hoping to see future
omens of predictability so life can be sent straight to the end of a good cause.
Splendid sights appearing in visions of tomorrow's fate, holding on regularly to ordinary things, missing the small miracles of every moment.
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