RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Indian drumming, sitting in my mind, beating out rhythms
of spirits of the dead.

Sacred and holy, always kept closely in traditions and
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Rotating and gyrating into sections of life that are
opening and receiving it, taking steps to provide
many aspects of interior worth.
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Amazing and mystical magic overtaking pathways of this
imagination in a wonderful pattern of intellect.

Picking up thoughts, like dynamite, blasting away inner
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Rainbows dancing across the sky, happy for their chances
to shine once again, colors brilliantly and evenly dispersed,
taking their shape automatically as an arch.
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Heartland of interior universes opened to the essence
of being, taking us beyond the beginning of time.

Allowing this passion being held inside to grow and
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Turning aside, not wanting to face alternatives given in
this life, knowing innately that there are better ways
of deciphering things on our own.
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Walking into denizens of life, not knowing what to
expect at any given moment.

A total expectation of things yet to come into being,
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Gently surmising and listening to heavenly whispers,
telling me of things to come, looking forward to them.

A glance at the beauty awaiting, a feeling of happiness
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Running away from life many times throughout the years,
not wanting to face it's myriad troubles and dutiful
stress.
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Seldom thinking beyond the moment at hand, just letting
my mind have it's way, words flowing, thoughts being
generated by intellect and giving many poems to write
ideas into.
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