RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Staying in tune with an interior spirituality whenever
I write poetry, living alone and happy to be there.

Beauty and contentment filling my being consistently,
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Wanting to be the only one in your heart forever,
loving you intensely and fully every single moment
we are together.
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Standing here in the heat of an Arizona afternoon,
feeling it's warmth touching my heart, giving a
satisfied intensity of peace.
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Wrote this poem just now, right in front of my computer,
at my desk, because doing so irked me no end.

Whomever's idea this was, just seems to be an invasion
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Writing poetry and wanting to share it with the
world is at the heart of the matter.

Knowing it will be read by others and commented
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Early morning test, needing to be done for another doctor.

Sitting in a waiting room where there are two little girls
playing on their leapster.
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Reflecting mirrors hanging in my mind, showing depths of
today's essence in pictures.

Looking and reminiscing, while enjoying images of memories,
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Calmly thinking, letting
thoughts travel their own
routes.
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Rattlesnakes of thought, coiled and ready to strike
depths of imagination's intellect.

Letting the poison of reason fill corners, changing
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Early morning sun shining in through glass windows,
climbing the stairs, leaving shadows upon some of
the steps as it goes up.
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