RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Thinking of death and dying, wondering if reincarnation is
truth or myth, finding self going through a myriad of ideas,
pictures and decisions of what I might like to come back as.
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Languishing in the solitude of contemplation, letting this mind
go blank, concentrating only on the Divine while writing.

Delving into a peaceful bluened light where I alone exist within
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Unexpectedly getting a music video by my Granddaughter, singing,
"I look good in this shirt and second of all, I look good in
this shirt".
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Listening to creatively intellectual music with a gentle feeling
of enduring love for you my dear, having desires tug at this
heart.
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Racing down pathways of rhythms, at times skipping, enjoying
their enlightening sounds as they lift moods and attitudes
into a sublime and profound nature of joy.
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Just about ready to leave McDonald's, writing this last poem to
the manager and crew who were so kind and gracious to this mere
poet.
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Striking this mind with sparks of beauty as sounds flow in colors
of the rainbow, touching intellect within, soaring into another
dimension.
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Letting mystery and magic find their way onto pathways of intellect,
hoping to find more of purpose waiting hand in hand with destiny and
fate.
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Blue and white skies, opening this mind to wonder and new adventures
beginning at the nib of a pen where poetry finds itself in a solitary
position of freedom from mundane living.
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Rapidly playing melodies charging gently into this mind, soaring
quickly into dimensions farther than any before, listening and
writing, having the ordinary suddenly becoming a new discovery.
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