RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Lost, in a maze of querulous events, wondering what will be going on in the future.
Taking steps over many trials, interpreting choices in split-second decisions, hoping for the best.
Tenderly enjoying facets of minute events as I wander about future horizons, looking for past recreations.
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Listlessly listening to small talk, making comments from time to time, hoping the conversation would soon be over.
Trying to be polite, not interested in what's being said, wanting only to listen to the music being played by the band.
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Listening intently to patterns of density in rhythms, and locating inner portraits of yesterday's tomorrow.
Following exacting measures, counting every beat with precision and holding on to musical interludes everlastingly.
Brightened illumination creases my mind, unfolding it openly to be seen in timeless harmonies.
Always sitting on edges, bringing up many views of life that I can see and express.
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Singularly listening to interludes of life
held deeply within intellect's wisdom and imagination.
Carrying forth all thoughts that accumulate in spirals
of adherent beauty.
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Patterns of the environment circle and taunt, pushing me to notice every detail formed and shaped by intellect.
Solidly testing ideas as they are being created one by one.
Amazing feats of memory, taking me on roller coaster rides through yesterday and all it's trials, suffering and happiness.
Serving me in depths of lifelong endeavors through poetical musings, carrying me forward into a future destiny of my own creation.
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Catching my breath inside my mind, rejuvenating my spirit as I finalize my life through poetical writing.
Finding myself involved totally in visions of what I see, taking them to my mind's heart and recording them in musical compositions of melodies in poetical forms.
Following shapes, patterns, forms, all over the maps of imagination, pulling abstractions together and providing books of what life is holding for us all.
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Helicopter shadows flying across mountains, filled with pine trees and rocks.
Watching out windows of my imagination, seeing everything focus onto backs of my mind where screens reside, holding on to my photographic memory.
A talent, a gift from above, I treasure it greatly, it is simply beautiful and I enjoy it more fully every day I have it.
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Sparkling waters splashing my mind with memories of camping when young and old.
Tantalizing effects pouring through me, causing feelings to rebound and look for parts of then.
Floating down rivers between canyon walls, feeling their tremendous majesty close in around me as I sat in the bow of our rowboat, relaxing and enjoying every second of every moment while we were there.
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