RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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3751.
Scribbled Thoughts

Scribbles of a genius
form from thoughts of
intellectual wisdom,
becoming future
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3752.
Privacy

Closing doors on a continual basis,
keeping some things in private where
they belong.
Knowing they will always be available
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3753.
At Grandma's

Exercising images,
making them jump and leap.
Just like when they were
children, playing in the yard
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3754.
Doc L.

Finally feeling at ease,
because I'm in an office,
waiting to see Dr. L. -
someone I can trust to take
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3755.
Perfect Space

Fiddling, playing a violin in my imagination with preciseness and perfect pitch.
Allowing it's strident sounds to match the feelings of abandonment and loneliness, as my heart and soul cry silently within their tones and harmony.
Playing so no one else can hear, because I'm in the perfect space reserved for me alone.
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3756.
Mind's Keyboard

Rhyming chords, traveling up and down the keyboard of my mind distinguish objects in poetical episodes of explanation.
Giving them special significance in moments of truth as life dwindles in years to come.
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3757.
Whispering Wisps

Unfamiliar surroundings crowding my mind, unfolding themselves to be explored in vibrant poetical words.
Whispering wisps of thoughts filling the atmosphere, blowing their touch to my mind in peaceful endeavors.
Likely aspects of reality are being opened and separated through an intellectual process known only through coded poems.
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3758.
No Footprints

Stretching vines like elastic bands across great spans of imagination, so as not to touch the ground.
Not wanting to leave footprints etched in unmolded brain matter.
Preferring to leave it like virgin soil in the nighttime air.
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3759.
Snowbound In The Desert

Snowbound in the middle of the desert, imagining the cooling effect proliferating throughout my mind.
Softening the echoes in drifts of white powder, easing the stress as I roll it into balls and throw it away from me.
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3760.
Riding Turmoil

Soothing nerves with musical rhythms, attempting to remain calm through the hell of medical reality.
Wading through waves of turmoil, choosing to ride them to shore, instead of fighting my way into and out of them.
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