RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Serenading thoughts with uplifting tempos,
taking me into dimensions where melodies
are shaped and fitted to my expectations.
They're formed around my consciousness and
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Caressing intellect, soothing it from everyday stress, taking care to feed it with atmospheres and landscapes anew.
Following arrows, showing directions in capable avenues of writing.
Slanting patterns being twisted to fit moods and general attitudes.
Chords matching tones of words as they remember their places in outlines of poetry.
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Scrambling words, locating them in disorderly
fashion.
Pasting them onto pages of interior books,
being written as each day begins a new dawn.
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Softened clouds of dismay are arranged
periodically in systems of disarray.
Lasting thoughts coalesce and brew many
new ideas of imagination.
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Emptiness fills empty spaces hidden within my mind,
waiting hopefully for something more enticing to sate
my brain.
Sensing beginnings of new turns in reality, I find
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Riding through pastures greener than any other,
sitting astride a beautiful roan horse.
Being one in mind and heart,
sitting tall and straight in the saddle
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Lonesomeness is a trial of life for most people,
but I can deal with it as I write purposely of
anything I think of out of the ordinary.
Sololy following edges of night into the daylight
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Recollecting moments when I couldn't cry, not even silently.
A bereft heart filled to capacity without an outlet for my tears.
Always tearing and causing me to be ripped apart tumultuously in stairwells of caustic bereavement.
Jouncing around, not coming up with anything relevant to describe
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Blessings coming from heaven,
hitting me squarely where I need them,
benefiting intellectual wisdom when I
need its inspiration.
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Noting all types of reminders falling around me,
not caring about any of them.
Forging annoying actions to keep others away,
never realizing that they never really go very far.
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