RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Raising expectations, knowing that they will be met in
time, allowing an internal spirit to open and blossom.
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Watching pool players, sometimes sensing the essence of
one or another of them.
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Steady as a rock beneath the rapidly flowing rivers
crossing over it, thinking through a keen clarity of
precision and beauty.
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Clamoring for attention, nature is putting on a wonderful
show in the outdoors.
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Tripping down paths, watching, leaving reminders
of images set in visions of inner mind's intellect.
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Living through difficulties, trying to keep sight of the
worthwhile things in life.
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Strands of spider webs being blown and stretched
by the wind in a early morning sunrise.
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Colliding with outer labyrinths of energy,
and bursting within.

Letting everything flow out, letting steam
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Weighing in on elements of nature, wondering how many
there are that still haven't been discovered, wanting
to be the first to find them and what they consist of.
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Children so innocent, pure and curious, not being able
to sit still because there's so much for them to explore
in their surroundings, and they don't want to miss anything
of interest to them.
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