RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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Vacancies never available in mind because it is always
filled with the thoughts and ideas of intellect.

Finding fascinating pictures being shown throughout the
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Signing into imagination's depths, looking around,
seeing so many new ideas flowing with tides of oceans
formed within.
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Saying Good Morning as I'm saying Good Night on the other
side of the world, poetry, is so all defining as we write
each in our own homes far from one another.
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Inherently finding a way into another morning, greeting
the sunrise by reading a message from a poetical friend,
finding it hard to find a reason to go on without the
love of his life.
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Time marches on through life, dragging us along
with the hands of it's clock in rhythm with our
heart beats.
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Reliving every memory, tasting it's scent of beautiful
essence pouring forth in images of innocence and visions
of clarity.
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Spirits of the night dance rhythmically and
untiringly into the morning light, at times
bringing a particular joy to the surface.
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