RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Juxtapositioning my mind, wanting it to find a space
in time where it can be comfortable and able to
enjoy rhythms happening all around me at the Wagon
Yard.
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Standing in the light of an early afternoon, thinking and
pondering life as it is today, wondering why it has turned
around and is now promoting evil and destruction, why is
it I wonder.
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Taking little steps backward, remembering with a clarity,
conversations from the past.
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Reflections of trees waving to my mind,
calmly characterizing a storm outside the
building.
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Entering a zone, filled with loud rocking music,
sating my soul, easing my mind as our future steps
onto the next shore of life.
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Solemnly in synch, dancing across my mind, feeling
time-altering mechanisms move and gyrate within.

Collecting visions of subconscious imaginings and
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Listening intently to a song repeatedly without stopping,
because it continues to inspire me with it's universal
appeal and rhythm.
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Conquering steps towards maturity, an uphill climb, is a
difficult task to undertake.

Watching what is said, to whom it's being said, not
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Some co-workers are part of a team, helping and maintaining a
semblance of fun.

Going out of the way to explain parts of your job which were
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Going deeply into puzzles of life, drowning in their pockets,
filled with pieces of discarded ideas, being kept in case
they one day can be used in a sentence of a thought pictured
in my mind.
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