RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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Racing over desert plains, not wanting to stop for anything,
nothing is going to keep me from taking off for parts unknown.

Waiting for corners of the world to open their doors so I can
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There's darkness on the edge of this life, deepening
every day, waiting for death to say when and take me
with him.
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Watching natural scopes of artistic grace walk into
this mind, giving so much pleasure in ordinary ways
and nature.
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Standing here always looking at the environment,
figuring out what it is that's not being seen at
the time.
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Bouncing to energetic rhythms, recalling younger days
of continuous dancing for pleasure.

Taking time into every pastime, feeling the significance
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Beating of this heart is incessant, taking self down pathways
through literature.

Pounding the earth, watching powdery dust form all around,
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Racing with my mind against time, rhyming rapidly to
rhythms, enjoying the faster pace, going like a jet
into outer atmospheres.
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