RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rushing rapidly into streets of America, holding onto the
freedom I was born into, thanks to our vets who lived,
sacrificed and protected all of us.
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Blank pages of my mind are waiting to be filled with answers,
explanations and picturesque designs, with landscapes filling
in patterns to enhance their intellectual meanings.
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Frolicking and having fun down memory lane while listening
to an accordion player bring the past into our present here
at the center.
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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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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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Silently and very quietly, this life is beginning to
expire even more.

Taking future visions, placing them on photographic
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Sunshine glaring into this waiting room off and on,
whenever the door is opened by a person walking into
the room.
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Calmly and rationally thinking, wondering how life can
exist through a grave and debilitating disease that
can take a life without any remorse.
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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 into crowds at times, enjoying the conversations
and diversity of all people that I meet.

Learning personal histories without even asking a single
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