RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Delicate balances disguised in melodies of vibrant antecdotes,
guitar humming, playing it's precise and faithful field of
vision.
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Dreams being elicited from behind a veiled mistiness, coming
together in a symbol of yesterday's memories, tastes of sound
filling this mind.
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Everyone is craving love, wanting to be that someone special,
feeling wanted, cared for and protected, wanting to be with
someone who thinks the world of them.
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Living life fully only to die in the end, never knowing how long
we have on this earth, doing whatever we must to make it last as
long as we can.
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Peeking through mini blinds, looking through the slits, seeing
bits and pieces of nature from outside the window, weighing in
on nature and humanity.
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Watching an innocent and pure childhood with a smile on my heart
and on my face, enjoying all the feelings and emotions of the
child I once was.
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Rocking to rhythms early in the morning, writing energetically
to each of them, relaxing in their soothing colorful sounds,
tasting their savory vibrations upon taste buds of my mind.
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Silent, always watching, seeing everything in my mind, etching
it photographically in pathways of my brain, loving how my mind
works so instantaneously and candidly.
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Morning sun has risen as life fades silently into another
dimension, slowly, gradually disappearing in the reality
of life.
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Lights interiorly lit, shining upon the Divine within, faith,
hope and charity always sitting quietly, yet exuberantly in-
side my being.
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