RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rainbow coming over a tree, adding to the beauty of
India as we sit and watch in awe at the diversity
and culture so unlike our own.
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Lightening striking, being spread across a darkening
nighttime sky.

Still holding effervescent colors of a holy rainbow,
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Choices made from reasonable thought and logic, manifest
ideas in many auras of beauty.

Writing and existing on another plain, loving the great
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Calming elixirs of melodies quietly strum my heart with
it's crystal teardrops, as they drop one by one into my
being.
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Showering blessings upon this soul, standing here on a
final horizon, awaiting the deception of death to take
me.
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A quiet evening, silent, no songs being sung, twilight
holding no stars in sight, moon not rising and sun al-
ready set beyond the horizon.
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Sauntering down dimly lit streets of yesterday,
finding faint images as I travel their lengths
for a while.
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Galloping and running down through cacti, desert sands,
shrubbery and tumbleweeds, while a wind blows clouds
across the sky, pushing along brown pummeled tumbleweeds
into and along desert trails.
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Watching and romping in time to rhythms of a line dance,
musical lyrics discussing the situation of an achy breaky
heart here in a poem.
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Lively, yet slowly, flowing across my mind, a waltz being
played and kept close to my heart, playing and gliding in
the minor chords of an after dinner meal.
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