RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rhythms akin to feelings being felt within, touching our very
hearts with emotional outbursts of excitement and thrills,
taking parts of being and placing them in poems of ingenuity
and grace.
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Aging in body, but not in mind, it's still vibrant, energetic,
alert, awakened and focused, not a beat being missed while it
listens to melodies and harmonies of life, nature and humanity.
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Skating along inner pathways of being, traveling silently into
and out of passages of time and measures of chords that capture
and entangle this mind with enchanting rhythms.
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Enlightenment unfolding in moments of rhythmic music playing
effortlessly, touching the very depths of ingenuity and life-
centered rhythms.
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Life left to die on heaps of abuse, no longer wanting to go on
anymore, finding the strength to break ties of abuse that have
been binding for so long.
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Leaving behind a life never wanted, finding the way to a better
life alone, meeting people, conversing, feeling what it means
to be human once again.
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Mind wandering down paths of yesterday, searching, but finding
that life has been wasted all these years, having been forsaken
time and again because of a man's perverted sense of self and sex.
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Ridding self of all the emotional turmoil and hatred that's been
mounting throughout the years, getting rid of the anger, pain
and hurt of being raped at last.
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Decorating an interior mind with delicate pictures of balance
and creativity, producing many portraits of success in life.

Stretching beyond imagination into inner dimensions of ingenuity,
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Moving slowly at first then suddenly forging into a new mode
of thinking, one that had been lying in this mind awaiting
recognition through a poetical interlude.
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