RoseAnn V. Shawiak Water Poems

Rocks lying on their backs under water, looking up into the
sky, ducks sleeping lazily, floating like toy sailboats on
the water.
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Sparkling waters, sun glistening it's bluey eyes,
looking like diamonds strewn upon a blue velvet
field.
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Water splashing refreshingly onto my mind, awakening it
with pleasure, soothing and calming me interiorly, feel-
ing it's effects as my mind comes alert in India.
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Watching water flow from a fountain, dropping in handfuls
below into a pool of waiting water, rocks - faces upturned,
always seeing rainbows of color in prisms of drops of water.
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Winning talents coming together on stage, instruments being
played in a finite time here in this temporary life, sinking
into dreams that carry our thoughts away.
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Soothing waves of calm washing silently over imagination as
it surfs upon waves of an interior ocean filled with many
surprises and mysteries.
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Slowly, in time with my heart and soul,
treading water to rhythms, taking me in-
to depths of being.
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Water flowing, getting louder the closer
this poet gets to an interior waterfall,
loving how it gathers and collects in a
pool below.
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Treading water, getting tired, not wanting to go home.
Wanting to experience the encouragement from another,
being held in a reverie, hoping to get a reprieve from
all the seedy misgivings left from the ends of time.
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Dark black waters of deepest night,
send out a foreboding message to
beware of death in it's may forms
and disguises.
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A full moon looks like a tiny glowing ball, bouncing
up and down in the reflection of a fish pond's water.

So playful, yet delicate, it sets the mood of night-
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Lying upon beds of thinking, hoping to delve into profound knowledge and bring it out in song.
Testing water's edges, finding it's going to disappear at the first sign of fear, shown in views of interior pictures.
Calming down, finding exact meanings of everything that needs to be said.
Wholly elated, finding self in everything I write.
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Living on the edge of nature,
wanting to delve into pools of cool water left in forests.
To let all animals have a place to drink what they need to stay alive.
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Empty tables and chairs under a gazebo, awaiting morning people to come and partake of their comfortable pleasure.
Water fountains spewing water and adding to the picturesque quality of water flowing into edges of the river.
Under a walkway, existing for our benefit, as wisps of clouds sail across my vision.
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