RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Seeing through the light, following it's rays to patterns
of daily living.

Hearing voices, penetrating atmospheres of love, touching
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Focusing on rhythms of interior beginnings,
watching them as a kaleidoscope changing
patterns and designs automatically and
unendingly.
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Injurious memories, creeping around, ashamed to come
to the surface, yet pulling them up anyway.

Letting the light of day shine upon them, disclosing
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Raising expectations, knowing that they will be met in
time, allowing an internal spirit to open and blossom.
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Watching pool players, sometimes sensing the essence of
one or another of them.
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Steady as a rock beneath the rapidly flowing rivers
crossing over it, thinking through a keen clarity of
precision and beauty.
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Clamoring for attention, nature is putting on a wonderful
show in the outdoors.
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Tripping down paths, watching, leaving reminders
of images set in visions of inner mind's intellect.
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Living through difficulties, trying to keep sight of the
worthwhile things in life.
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Strands of spider webs being blown and stretched
by the wind in a early morning sunrise.
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