RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Thoughts leading me deeply into caverns of my mind,
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Hurrying to destinations unknown and invented on the spot.
Taking particles and matching them chemically in my mind with literal thoughts.
Forging in minuscule compartments so as not to take up space in my brain.
Roaming about like a nomad in a large, unkempt desert, as I realize the potential I hold inside.
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Midnight skies coming alive in this vibrant mind,
taking me away into an atmosphere of supposed love,
having a desire of intense caring, loving the feelings
it brings into intellect.
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Waiting in depths of a lion's den, here amidst evils
of this world, looking about for a savior to come to
my aid.
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Running faster than the speed of sound, ink flows onto
this page, creating one poem after another, sating a
thirst within to write incessantly, enjoying it always.
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Flying around the desert, a lone little yellow butterfly
soars in and about desert flowers.

Taking time to be at home with nature, flitting around
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Surviving the energy of life being contrived by evil doers,
keeping serene and steady in a narrow pathway down righteous
and morally correct ethics.
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Playing games with other's hearts discloses varied
personalities in the interim.

Love is a figment of our imaginations, yet it is
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Looking around at all the elderly couples dancing and
enjoying themselves tremendously, knowing many of them
have been married fifty or sixty years to each other.
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Quietly astounding, reflections being captured in various
windows in multi-directions.

Lightened orange-yellow with a hint of gray, lying silently
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