RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Somewhat timid, falling into terms and definitions of
an introvert which I don't mind.

Loving being alone to write poetry, listening to what-
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Strumming quickly across the guitar of my mind,
filling intellect with rhythms of enlightenment,
illuminating knowledge and wisdom as it looks
out upon the world.
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Listening to music, my voice rising interiorly,
singing from the essence of my soul, feeling the
Divine touching me completely.
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Feeling effects of aging this morning for the first
time ever, back and joints hurting, yet this mind
is wide awake and alert.
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Lively, anticipating edges of nighttime dreams,
wanting to see what my mind has figured out about
thoughts I've been thinking all day.
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Signals penetrate intellect through rhythm, taking me
on voyages through imagination, touching upon reality
and blending the two so expertly with Divine creativity
at the helm.
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Living in a void, nothing mattering, thinking only
of God, contemplating spiritually on Him instead
of the world.
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Sliding across the desert in a dream world, looking
at scenery, feeling it's arid intensity touching all
senses.
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Recalcitrant, defending goodness throughout this world
of ours, knowing that there are way more good people
than evil.
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Pertinacity of my being leads me down avenues of
intense stubbornness, not wanting to agree with
anyone.
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