RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Succulent and beautiful cacti blossoming in bright red,
yellow and orange, taking my sight into their intense
and colorful fields of vision.
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Resting and roping in many ideas as music fills me with
a totality of rhythms, sparing no time, taking life into
this poetical mind with a perfect staccato beat.
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Racing down tracks of life locomotively, doing figure eights
in my mind as I travel straight into depths of a solace made
just for my being.
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Signatures of tomorrow placing memories onto sketches of
paintings that were painted in oil yesterday, today, dry,
totally sharing the vibrancy of landscapes on canvas.
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Reality stirring ever so gently alongside imagination,
wanting to be blended and combined together with many
colors of nature.
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Settling in periods of lengthy domains during this life,
soothing and treating everything in delicate blossoms of
desire.
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Music staccatoely taking me down lanes of rhythmic beauty,
never veering from their purposes, only bringing an intense
desire of love into the moment.
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Slowly reaching out to you, wanting to lie in your arms
forever, never wanting to move from your side.

Living in the comfort of your unconditional love always,
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Looking desperately into the darkness wanting to have your
love always next to me, our heart beating in unison, never
missing a beat of our rhythms.
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Roaring into this night, whistle blowing as the train passes
by, it's lonely sound reaching the sadness that never leaves
my being.
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