RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Soaring into heaven, wings gliding with air currents in
the atmosphere.

Winding along clouds and out of sight, taking pathways
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Amazing truths are being explicitly seen in depths of new
rhythms, delving into all knowledge heretofore learned
and used.
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Into nature's den, beauty all around me, water rippling checkerboarded
across the top of Lake Bartlett.
Mountains being shadowed by electric black storm clouds, a vulture coasting through the sky, looking for something to eat.
Wake buoys bobbing with the waves and tides, created by boats passing by.
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Sauntering quietly through rose gardens of lovely bouquets and truths of life, held silently in a mind of factual reprieves.
Left open to all who can keep their thoughts enlightened by wisdom's honesty.
Beguiling eyes watching from beyond shores of life, keeping track of moments given whole-heartedly from the soul.
Taking time to provide plenty of enticement and beautiful images to be taken onto another plain not far from heaven.
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Blackened spots covering up aspects of life that are too difficult to overcome without a lot of work being done.
It's just way too much effort to try, so I slide around them and continue on my way down corridors of my choice, happily isolating and having a grand time being who I am.
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Birds flying lazily overhead, in no hurry to get to their
sacred destinations.

Unlike people who are always in a hurry, no matter what
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Rushing to meet intellect as it awakens this interior
life to the essence of nature.

Being in totally in the atmosphere, every sense open,
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Thinking about electronics, computer technology and
microwaves, radio frequencies, so many other things
in today's world.
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Sounds of Indian drums bouncing into this mind, capturing
and enlivening inner spirituality.

Magnificent and bountiful, an eight year old child dancing
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Beautiful afternoon at an Indian Festival, trees spread
out, reaching towards heaven, white rippled clouds touch
my heart.
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