RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Soaring into a morning of delight, mind opened to a variety
of topics as light is shone upon the transgressions of our
corrupt and evil politicians going against President Trump.
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A lone tree in all it's glory, standing outside upon a green
lawn looking towards windows, thinking, wishing it could see
in and listen to conversations being carried on.
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Starting this afternoon at the very moment it has become,
taking it's place upon the clock of immeasurable time
here in this poetry journal.
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Being joined by others here at the center, Indians, muslims,
Americans, playing pool and learning about one another
timidly and quietly.
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Looking out windows at nature, quietly settled in it's areas of
expertise and livelihood, watching us from outside, wondering
what it is we're doing.
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Mysteries of living and dying are many, they lie about in some
people's minds where intellect instinctively tries to figure
out their equations and formulas.
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Sailing the world over in depths of imagination and fantasy,
grasping details from all aspects of life and death, search-
ing for answers and formulas to expand some of them.
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Being absorbed by a bluened light into contemplation where all is
peaceful and serene, nothing to taint nor mar the Divine abiding
quietly within.
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Every note touching this spirit, soul being gratified by it's
wonder and awe, an interior celebration of imagination and
reality centered within a bluened light of the Divine.
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Movement and reflections changing the disposition of thoughts
through music, blending them into one substance, slowly at
first, then traveling faster and faster.
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