RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

On the playground of my imagination, enjoying thoughts of
childhood that were a learning experience, filling my mind
with equations of nature and life.
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Energetic and rapid, intellect takes my mind instantly into
rhythms, thinking as quickly as notes are being played, born
to run, my mind taking me quietly and silently away.
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Incessantly, processes of thought make their presence known
through music being listened to, never judging or having
mistakes to impair or mar writing poetry.
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Mind opening wide, visions tumbling in, watching as thoughts
are gently placed into solid meanings, definitions, then into
messages of poetry.
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Lights reflecting darkness and shadows hiding in corners
and under furniture strewn about the room, reaching into
reasons, questions and curiosity.
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Moments of life being portrayed in lines of poetry, lifting
the essence of intellect in tangible reality's for others
to taste, smell feel or touch through their own senses of
intelligence.
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Slowly strolling down back lanes of life, looking for
unusual and silent details being kept hidden until this
mere poet finds and sorts them out in poetical music.
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An energy completes it's circle within intellect, giving
me sublime thoughts and visions of everlasting beauty in
life.
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Watching the ground where raindrops are falling, little
dots at first, then completely covering sidewalks, park-
ing lots, cars and rooftops.
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Falling into depths of my mind are experiences in life
with other people and alone on solitary pathways, always
exemplifying nature and spiritual sides of interior lives.
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