RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Laid-back melodies entering this poetical brain gently,
calmly, exciting neurons and synapses in measures and
tempos of an interior life.
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Watching skies, waiting for raindrops to begin falling,
wanting them to hide the tears of an innocent heart as
it breaks apart right inside of a being.
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Never, ever dreaming that this poet would see self in
print, being talked about in circles of intellectuals
and scientists, professors, other poets.
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Moving into dimensions that are being lit up through
intellect, taking steps into moments of life's many
activities and experiences.
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Heart beating feelingly in this being, as music keeps time
with its vibrant rhythms on a continual basis throughout
this earthly life.
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When the game of life is finally over, this poet will
rejoice and gladly go without a backward glance.

Nothing like being taken quietly by death, no choice
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Eyes watching, seeing every detail in the atmosphere
and environment intuitively, loving it while its de-
tails are happening all the time.
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Nature all around we humans, never-changing, strong
enough to weather every storm that lands here in the
Valley of the Sun.
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Coming back a little at a time to life and the living of
it, only to find out that more surgery lies ahead, cancer
once again invading this mere poet.
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Searching for something hidden from view throughout this
life, hoping to find it soon before the ending becomes a
new beginning in another dimension called heaven.
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