RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Traipsing through gardens of imagination, listening to
flowers and their aromas filling the atmosphere, their
petals reaching out, wanting to be touched.
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Music filling my entire being, drenching my mind in it's
intense rhythms within an instant of hearing it being
played.
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Memories running through my mind, beginning over and over,
yet never having any endings because my mind just keeps on
recording everything in my life experiences.
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Staying up all night until the morning light falls upon
my mind's pillow, continuously writing poetry, feeling
the intensity of music confiding in my being.
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Feeling vibrations taking over feelings and emotions,
soaring happily throughout life while writing poetry,
interpreting every note and translating it into poems.
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Rattling and bumping sequences of rhythms, giving them
many measures filled with joy, taking along a sense of
humor, adding to the fun in music where I always live.
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Reflections seen through mirrors are nothing like the
ones I see through photographic screens interiorly,
memories full and entire treasuring every feature.
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Strings of remembrance fill my mind, just touching one of
them brings it's memory into focus instantaneously, never
any waiting having to be done.
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Waiting through measures of time, life moving quietly at
it's own pace, taking everything in stride, leaving strife
to deal with itself for now.
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Walking along lone pathways, casually looking around,
noticing everything, enjoying pleasant sensations that
are touching me through nature's fulfillment.
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