RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Flute-like, music touching my mind, drums beating along
in a singular rhythm, watching as colors start exploding
into inner atmospheres.
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Watching you walk down a pathway of darkness, creating a
prison for yourself, that I will not let you live in.

Wanting you only to be free and independent, not strapped
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Shaking my mind, watching thoughts flutter from the tree of
intellect growing within.

Optimately seeing a brightness and clarity of goodness being
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Exaggerating emotional outbursts as I watch teenage
girls get boisterous when around the boys.

Seeming so funny now, but imagining I was the same
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Anywhere, finding time to write, living for
rhythms as they entice my being totally.

Always finding the light of energy unfolding
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Going through this mind with a fine toothed comb, locating
the tiniest thoughts hiding within.

Finding that they are utterly intense and familiar, always
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11: 29 a.m.
Writing into depths of this being, taking many
memories and images into the albums of a mind.
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Life is difficult, having large and small problems
while we live through it, nothing else can be done.

At times crippling people with disease or pain, some
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Wind whistling through the night, nothing to stop
it's eerie lonely sound.

Reminding me of a child happily walking through
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Centers of the universe fill my mind with questions,
wanting to know what they consist of.

Physically made from gases, rocks, shale, granite,
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