RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Livening this spirit, awakening freedom only being created
interiorly, running, taking pathways into winter snows and
hailing snowflakes to come into mind.
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Beating rhythms calling ancient formulas, giving ideas
to create poetry with, illuminating barriers so they
may always be avoided when writing.
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Rocking rhythmically into future tomorrows, always seeing
many visions being interpreted from music.

Instrumentally being played and written incessantly into
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Strolling quietly down aisles, thinking of nothing
much.

Looking into forests of interior recollection, being
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Beating rhythmically inside intellect, sounding
like fireworks crackling and bursting in interior
environments.
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Walking, thoughts marching into future visions,
always coming to mind, prescient ideas being
fulfilled throughout life with out any effort.
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Remembering childhood, always being thin, all legs, Dad
calling me daddy-long-legs, a nickname that I took as a
compliment.
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Wanting many things in life, being satisfied though
with innate talent for writing poetry.

It has served me through the years, keeping me calm,
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Finding my way through a jungle of tangled ideas,
being enlightened by their illumination of tomorrow's
inventions.
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Riding waves of apprehension, trying to stand upright and
surf over tops of all of them.

Watching the sky for openings of enlightenment, hoping to
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