RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Giant, graceful trees,
hanging their boughs gracefully,
being careful not to get tangled
in winds blowing them around.
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Pictures even now, being hung with attention to concerted efforts as they are placed in sequences of undisclosed knowledge.
Carefully calculated according to coded messages, never divulged in retrospect or speech.
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Walking along dense forest paths, savoring pine scents drifting towards my senses.
Listening to sounds of animals as they roam across the forest floor, searching for food, rest and recreation.
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Sadness of life lingers in all of us.
Watching down a hallway, seeing CNA's, once full of hopes of helping others, now languishing in mediocre pools of dissatisfaction.
No aspirations of achieving any modicum of healthy attitudes to their duties and or patients.
Sorrowful, inept individuals, walking hallways, being watched by a poet - a patient of theirs - as she senses the sheer hopelessness of their situations.
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Lights flashing off and on with every image and color, showing themselves exclusively to inner screens of photographic landscapes.
Always pushing me into many enlightened pathways where
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Soothing fingerings filling my mind with many notes of constant restraint.
As they solemnly rely on the talent of intellect to exchange them for words sated in meaning and given simple examples to live by as
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Closing curtains in life, enjoying the privacy it brings to my soul.
Opening doors to innate talent wide, enabling me to express myself in many different ways without interference.
Going into caverns and labyrinths I succeed in portraying many
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Searching life's corners, hoping to see hidden dreams coming alive, fulfilling their blossoming purposes as knowledge opens doors and windows to the soul.
Wide open for future perceptions of another side of life now
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