RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Joyous motions filling inner renditions of compositions,
being traced from intellect and playing into the spaces
opening up for them.
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Telling stories of life as they come, searching for the
endless senses to write into poetry.

Intense sections of thought, delving quickly into my
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Stressing the enormous ideas that life ordinarily brings
forth, expanding and growing them like flowers in the
garden.
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Escaping from reality, just wanting to hide out alone and
write.

All sorts of activity happening in the near vicinity that
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Rocking to the beat of music, taking off into the atmosphere,
soaring higher into the stratosphere, nothing coming between
this being and the universe.
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Jubilantly focusing on the beauty of rhythms beckoning
from inside intellect.

Shining softly and bringing thoughts to mind with an
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Moments of life filter through the sieve of death,
trickling down my heart and out my eyes.

There is a light of hope reaching out, letting me
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Reminding pictures of yesterday, come silently into view,
making sure they are being noticed by intellect.

Being created individually as the clock slowly revolves
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Wind kicking up outside, blowing dry brown leaves across
the ground with no warning whatsoever.

Turning and twisting in balls of wind, as they travel
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Cautiously moving into outer realms, wanting to find comfort
in writing without stopping or being interrupted.

Lively feelings caressing interiorly, softening the blows
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