RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Standing close to nature, taking part in it's wonderful
senses, touching interiorly, never at a loss for energy,
as it placates and sets into an intense serenity of mind.
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Rushing into signature rhythms of a mind, taking up their
chords, playing them merrily into intellect, loving the
feelings they are bringing with them.
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Choosing to be soothed through rhythms, loving to hear
them in life, testing their vibrant melodies in prose
time after time.
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Flags furling and unfurling, in a morning breeze,
catching rays of sun and throwing them into a sky
of blue.
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On a timely journey, venturing into lands unknown in
this century.

Wandering new horizons, following paths put forth
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Tuesday, filled with quiet anticipation, rests upon
shoulders, watching as writing and reading poetry
begins.
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Hiding behind curtains, hoping not to see the
imminent death of Dad looming ever-presently
before interior sight and vision.
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Watching life through other's actions, reading body
language very accurately.

Surmising ideas of different textures, trying them
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Remembering lives so closely entwined with mine,
feeling their parting.

Silently crying within to melodies of sadness,
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