RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Signing into imagination's depths, looking around,
seeing so many new ideas flowing with tides of oceans
formed within.
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Saying Good Morning as I'm saying Good Night on the other
side of the world, poetry, is so all defining as we write
each in our own homes far from one another.
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Inherently finding a way into another morning, greeting
the sunrise by reading a message from a poetical friend,
finding it hard to find a reason to go on without the
love of his life.
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Time marches on through life, dragging us along
with the hands of it's clock in rhythm with our
heart beats.
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Reliving every memory, tasting it's scent of beautiful
essence pouring forth in images of innocence and visions
of clarity.
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Spirits of the night dance rhythmically and
untiringly into the morning light, at times
bringing a particular joy to the surface.
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Living as beneath the blue waters of heaven, listening
to quiet sounds of silence as they reverberate into
my hearing.
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Rushing into signature rhythms of this mind, taking
up their chords, playing them merrily into intellect,
loving the feelings they are bringing with them.
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Choosing to be soothed through rhythms, loving to hear
them in life, testing their vibrant melodies in prose
time after time.
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Mind-tickling ivories giving gentle laughter inside,
letting the humor of intellect begin to entertain
and keep me happy in this life.
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