RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Striking chords with imagination, swiftly and accurately.
Precisely timing every measure exactly, focusing on tones of perfect pitch, treasuring their memories within, subconsciously.
Aware of a point of no return, playing with joy and fervor,
...

Stationed in paths of discovery,
finding novel experiences as I
wend my way through reality.
Forming opinions and enlightening
...

Taking moments from life's saddened exploits, replenishing my soul with brightened illumination from beyond.
Significant possibilities coming always into view, giving me beautiful interchanges to listen to as I write.
Sojournly, stepping around all the lonely ones of being as I make my way into lands of poetry beyond lifetime's boundaries.
Living life the way it should be lived on poetical rhymes of peace and delicate beauty.
...

Water flowing, carrying away all disappointments of this day, giving me respite that's badly needed during this third hospital stay.
Giving in to beats of nature's rhythm, allowing peace to feed and nurture my soul from above.
Following pathways that curve in and out of forests and deserts, taking time to show me the mysteries of life that have been hidden so long.
Twirling happily, letting my soul dance to interior music and giving me solace to hold onto as I progress daily through life's trials and sufferings that are holding me back when I only want to move forward.
...

Questioning circumstances of latent behaviors, ignoring all the anxieties and stresses of life's excuses.
Taking themselves into developing extracts of anti-establishments to go forward into negative designs of adulthood.
...

Easily walking, slowly down small town streets, reminding yourself of where you came from and going back to the roots of childhood.
Sauntering always, into dreams of yesterday, eclipsing all shadows of interior devotion.
Calmly entering realms of being, totally bent on using heartstrings, feeling emotional and never blinking an eye when showing them to anyone.
...

Jumbled and tangled, thoughts continually rotate and finalize themselves in repertoires of writing.
Describing what is seen within, on screens of developing memories, is an indescribable art - a masterpiece of intellect - accustomed to exemplifying itself in prose.
...

Darkened skies fill my eyes with an impending doom set forth in destiny's diary.
Allowing no room for error as I follow my heart down many lonely paths of insistent whisperings, telling me to set out alone to wander the deserts of earth's imagination.
Becoming the voice that others hear throughout their lives in dreams of tomorrow.
...

Floors take us on journeys from room to room
and out the door.
Looking to explore nature's bountiful essence
as it is poured forth from life.
...

Comfortable, cuddled like a kitten inside, safe and protected from the outside world.
Never wanting to go beyond myself again, afraid of being hurt, of my soul being ripped apart like before.
There are no fears of myself, I know me from the inside out, I am calmly peaceful within.
...