RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Corrugated thoughts jar a mind with their insistence
as they produce images from afar.
Enduring qualities become manifest as we progress
down avenues of imagination.
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Sunrise, sunset, every day the same, only different
colors and hues set in brand new ways.

Life dangles itself in retrospect, thinking and
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Living in an aura of musical rendition,
playing songs at large throughout my mind.
Stepping across myriads of miles into the
universe, following the many beats of
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Quickly walking down avenues of darkness, sliding by
shadows of nighttime bliss.
Squarely paced, life steps alongside itself,
traipsing slowly like churned butter, creating newly
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Sadness flows like an eternal spring into my heart,
holding me close to memories of past, present and
future ones to come.
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Gathered into piles of thought, music blares and
marches in, arriving with flares of ambiguity.
Talented prose springs to life as it waltzs
throughout an afternoon, delighting everyone who
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Barricades of life stand aside as poetry slides easily past, secreting itself in corners of knowledge.
Finding a niche, turning it into beautiful renditions of
words on an evening's mirage of timeless scrutiny, becoming landscapes of ingenuity in books of literature.
Wonderful serene images creating scenery and backdrops for
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Interior motives silently get their way as they
traipse slowly, cautiously, through minds of clay.
Trying not to leave any untoward imprints as they
pass by.
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Energy sublime fills elastically into a mind of creative intelligence, tackling it's momentous knowledge, taking it over abstract meanings and delicately, carefully, giving everything new meanings for lifetimes of poetical musing.
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Waiting for blossoms of life to return,
hoping to pick up where I left off.

Now reality striking, directly showing
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