RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Chasing ideas around the countryside, attempting to corner
them in inventions of technology.
Ending all beliefs that meet and find their way into poems
through musical interludes.
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Equal parts of life stand on edges of saddened recollections, regarding the emptiness life has brought to mind.
Tucking hearts into safe places where they cannot be hurt by others who don't understand who I am or why I exist in this place and time.
Standing there, wondering what to do, should I stay and continue living or cash in all misunderstandings for the pathway to heaven.
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Rearranging patterns, climbing into canyons of tomorrow
to search the ledges for merciful holdings in the depths
of their souls.
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Flitting around the forest,
going further into it's dense foliage,
unafraid of what will be found there.
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Tracing measures of coded rhythms into intellect,
watching as they step into my mind with an array
of effervescent rainbow colors, painting images
and visions in depths of my brain.
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Reaching for stars of an inner universe, watching them smile
and twinkle above in another dimension, exciting, exhilarat-
ing and totally freeing this soul and being.
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Respecting people while they're in the hospital is vitally
essential to their well-being while under your care, being
paid for taking care of them you need to do your best.
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Finding words to meld into a song of love and meaning,
all of it turning into poetical interludes instead.

Dancing melodies touching, reverberating and bringing
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Watching the horizon, seeing spirits of life who have
passed on, taking their stand on the edge of another
life, appropriately and curiously taking strides to
communicate from the other side.
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White clouds forming clusters about the sky,
spreading ever wider, shutting out the blueness
of an early morning sky.
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