RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking through forests of my mind, remembering childhood
in New Jersey and wishing at times it could be relived.

Only good times through the peace of nature as I played
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Watching people as they work and play, very rarely looking
around at what is happening in their vicinity.

Recollecting times when I have done the same, but quickly
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Listening and allowing my mind to accumulate rhythms and
thoughts, combining and enjoying every one of them as they
gently fall into one poem after another.
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Going to bed does not always induce sleep, because this
mind is always awake and grasping for a pen to write the
thoughts that continue unendingly through darkened hours
alone.
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Standing across the room, watching, noticing what is going
on, never making a sound.

When gone home within, writing of exciting discoveries all
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Messages being posted on facebook, waiting to be read,
they go undiscovered for some time, because I am busy
writing this heart and soul onto paper.
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Surprising self with a life full and blossoming, newly
thought ideas creatively arranging them into prose and
playing with their meanings and definitions at times.
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Touching newly made dreams with a mind of ingenuity and
focus, grasping many rhythms, placing all of them into
brightly formed compositions, taking me into lands of
creation.
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Blanketing this mind in rose petals, sensuously touching
and waking desires to be fulfilled and laid to rest in
beds of a complete and unconditional love.
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Taking sorrows into beds of roses, filling them with
nourishing tastes of salted tears coming from interior
wells.
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