RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Lurid, hiding within forests of yesterday, not wanting
to move into the future.

Knowing that our world is falling into the cisterns of
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Sliding down passageways of intellect, watching
effervescent ideas and thoughts shimmering in
the darkness.
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Music harmonically playing in my mind, reminding me
of childhood when my Mom would play her harmonica
for us.
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Racing through melodies, letting them touch intellect
with their beautiful tones and tempos.

Surrounding my mind and subconsciousness with intrepid
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Wanting silence to take over, keeping me away
from crowds of people talking and laughing.

Right now, needing to be quietly alone, nothing
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Unusual circumstances seem to fall across shadows of
sunlight, penetrating interior surfaces of intellect.

Surprising and beautiful, tantalizing all senses with
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Living in recesses of yesterday's visions, attempting to
take and place them into many poems of intuitive knowing.

Placing words adjectively into many pictures, watching,
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Looking from within an interior garden, feeling peaceful
and contented.

Having nothing to interfere with my mind, just relaxing
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Rising into the blue atmosphere, seeing vision of beauty
being created steadily, living in intellect's imagination.

All through the night, my soul is being nurtured through
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Writing to incessant music, having fun thinking, pondering
life and it's idiosyncrasies, living on earth is a contra-
diction it seems.
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