RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Noting changes happening around life's edges, zoning in on their emotions and attitudes, as they entertain me exclusively.
Portraying domains of select ideas, choosing exact perfection to write along lines of extensive trials taking place in aisles of life's minds.
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Traveling down desert roads, seeing beautiful mountains blanketed in green emeralds of nature - fulfilling to my soul.
Reaching out with my eyes, taking it in interiorly, touching my being with God's handiwork and masterpiece.
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Bedecking future horizons with a plenitude of prayer, standing alone with no where to go.
Stressing major markers of solitary lives on solo journeys of timeless moments.
Exercising rigorously on borrowed seconds of eternity, hoping to expand literature's knowledge, transferring it into wisdom of a first class period of ecstasy on margins of belonging.
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Walking into a silent solace, not knowing what to expect as I turn each darkened corner.
Expecting the unexpected, praying to be given beauty and nature in abundant picturesque landscapes.
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Leaves waving in the wind, coming into my mind, touching me with nature's calm serenity.
Holding me in arms of God, trees shape around me, keeping me safe in my mind's eye, just being with God.
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Tripping down lanes of drums, beating rhythms of my heart, skipping up and down chords of beautiful particles of nature.
Being enhanced daily by the enormous quest of living, always correcting and absorbing the essences of everything imagination holds within me.
Sensing all factions as they are divulged intrepidly in quiet aptitudes of being.
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Riding in a bed of dreams, galloping with wild horses, pounding through deserts of stark beauty.
Blinded by the sun, soothed by cactus needles, pointing out life's mysteries as I opened my mind and looked for them.
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Musical twittering,
sparkling like fireworks in my mind,
exploding into new inventions with
every blast of lightened beauty.
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Whispering hopes soar about, helping to understand certain aspects of life and finding their ending results are easier to bear.
Watching another in a wheelchair, one leg having been amputated, seeing the sadness emanating from her interior being.
Loss having taken her down a road she'd rather not be traveling upon.
A nurse walks by and grasps her hand, saying, 'good morning' and talking to her for a minute.
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Cleansing my mind's world so I may explore and discover more aspects of yet to be prospects in life.
Circumspect thoughts are being viewed and kept aside in many facets of distant plans and will be executed in perfect unison with rhythms of interior life.
Solemn anticipation folds itself around imagination, taking it on journeys of pleasant surprises for all times.
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