RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Watching fully as notes and tones of rhythms flow solidly into quiet revelations being written in moods of enticing, and at times forgotten episodes of life.

Ones that have been lying in memories of yesterday among meanings of life, its failures and destiny always being enlightened in modes of energetic feelings and emotions.
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Sliding along passages of thought, touching upon even methods of rhythm, alone and unforgotten.

Always looking about from within depths of this poetical being, touching feelings and bringing emotions to the surface.
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Quietly watching life behind curtains of an interior imagination that opens up fully in depths of musical rhythms, bringing together moments of yesterday as they meet up with the future in many ways and forms of intense energy.

Visibly providing food for thought while being inspired in and through rhythmic notes and tempos, relied upon in this poetical mind and intellect.
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Living and loving every moment of life brings an interior anticipation that nothing else has ever done.

Blinking off and on, thoughts find their way into openings of subconsciousness where passages lie in wait.
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Mind now totally open to possibilities of intense thought and feelings of the past.

Wonder and curiosity coming alive fully, transparently and intellectually honest and correct, fitting in perfectly with mathematical formulas and equations.
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Time and being come alive in musical rhythms as they're being listened to in an atmosphere of enlightenment, fascinating and beautiful, touching upon an interior spiritual life of contemplation.

Resisting lies and misinformation from others as they must talk and step upon the blessings of an interior contemplation in their shallow minds.
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Climbing vines of life, heading towards heaven above with all the blessings this earthly life can hold.

Messages being taken in mind and intellect, then placed into words and feelings of poetry.
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Mind reciting through musical rhythms as they become images of powerful meanings being written down for posterity.

All of humanity watching in great wonder, fascinated by the lore being tended through minds interiorly.
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Softening silence now tip - toeing through a mind of pure photographic intellect, all memories being jostled in time with rhythms as they play and entangle themselves in concepts making their way into auras of sadness and sorrow.

Having many thoughtful interludes of being and doing in and through an interior playground of a poetical life, always waiting for an intense energy to fortify every particle of mind and intellect.
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Nature playing games in patterns and designs coming wholly from an interior world that's awakened in musical rhythms and being written into poetry never before seen or read.

An exciting and rare chapter in a mere poet's lifetime, like ghosts coming from within, somehow wanting to be seen and written about in a poetical form.
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