RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Trampling down rhetoric of yesterday, wanting to explore new
thinking of today's scene, somber, yet happy, thinking of all
the friends I've made through the years.
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Swinging rhythmically in time with music and it's tempos,
taking steps into rhythms as they cooperate with an interior
spirituality, filling our souls in depths of the Divine.
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Traveling alongside the river, looking further into details
of nature, seeing it's amazing images that are subjecting
intellect to their essence and innate intelligence.
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Taking back many images of yesterday, remembering every
detail as they play explicitly for my mind and intellect,
rushing to embrace every image with love and caring.
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Rising every morning to the silence of the sun coming up over
the horizon, enlightening the world with it's astute beauty,
watching as it illuminates everything.
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Forming mental pictures through an imaginative reality that's
inspired totally through musical rhythms, watching this mind
work it's intricacies with an exacting mathematical equation.
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Separating facts from illusions, determining conclusions from
all relevant details, not wanting to make a mistake in evaluat-
ing each decision.
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Evening is upon us, family together, young cousins having a
camp out in the back yard, tents having been put up, one for
the boys, the other for the girls.
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Waltzing through puzzles of life, finding and putting their
pieces into recognizable pictures, aligning them in order
of how they need to be displayed upon photographic screens.
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Sliding along measures of timely tempos, taken carefully
into their essence with no effort whatsoever, silent, im-
posing, steady, taking roads through a wide open mind.
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