RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Capturing the essence of nature and it's beauty, even
though being caught in the web of humanity here inside
a waiting room at the doctor's.
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Beats of rhythm rising and falling on chords of interior
music, soothing and genuflecting in turn as particles of
the Divine touch me within.
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Quietly sounding echoes secretly filing into depths of
sorrow, telling of lost love, loneliness and abandonment.

Ever-flowing tears mingling with rivers and hiding beneath
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Traipsing through vibrations of music, feeling them as
they reverberate, touching inner strings and playing
chords to exacting pitches of heavenly songs.
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Letting fingers trace rhythms through an inner atmosphere,
letting them play melodies of yesterday, finding patterns
beginning to touch this inner heart.
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Miracles lying in wait, their essence having been prayed
into them by many people.

Wonder and awe standing upon faces of those who are now
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Papers read and sent to the recycling bin, news now a
day old, people wanting to be updated constantly, so
hungry for what's going on in the world today.
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Settling into beginnings of midnight with signs of God
shining in the moonlight, guiding everyone along edges
of darkness and into light of wisdom.
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Strength coming from within an innate nature, spilling
it's essence everywhere, thoughts are being made known
through poetry.
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Crashing and splashing into a myriad of ideas,
creativeness playing with it's mess, enjoying
it's absolute haphazardness.
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