RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Standing on corners of life copying the mail, watching people
as they go their way, doing what needs to be done, striving
to do their best, going to work, school, running errands and
never really thinking about any of it.
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Looking around, noticing many details that others miss in
their daily lives, wasting time chasing after dreams and
letting them get away, because of other people keeping them
in stagnant pools of unproductive lives.
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Reaching for the American Dream, doing it my way, not wanting
to follow others down paths of slavery and dependence.

Coming into my own, relieved of the drudgery and unproductive-
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Time coming, peeking around every corner in years of life,
cutting into spaces of creativeness and joy with sadness
that cannot seem to wait for the passing of happiness.
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Rocking peacefully in the arms of nature, watching it's land-
scapes becoming moving portraits through a mind in poetry,
seeing leaves being blown about.
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Science is a wonderful pastime, enjoying it's logic and
reasoning while creating, inventing and developing many
ideas and concepts, from them creating new technology.
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Easily drifting into inner dimensions through spirituality
and contemplation, soaring into a bluened light of encour-
agement, silence, serenity and beauty.
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Seeking out mountains in the distance, looking regal and
naturally beautiful as they stand at attention, looking
out over the Valley of the Sun.
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Feeling the rush of intensity flowing through melodies and
other rhythms, sensations filling every particle of being
as notes and tones fit together with this perfect pitch.
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Bound for dimensions of inner universes, wanting to see their
challenging and changing patterns and designs as music plays
them like magic throughout the hours of day and night.
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