RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sauntering into summer breezes, warm upon my brow,
beating upon my hair, shining it like golden corn
under bright lights.
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Stepping into times, listening to motion
moving silently with a rhythm all it's own.
Figuring out lengths of times as they are
stretched and shrunk, according to measures
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Pensile thoughts dangling in outskirts of my mind,
waiting to be discovered and explored in context.
Sending messages through eye-catching contact,
expressing a desire to be met and known through my writing.
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Dying inside, wishing things could be so different, so utterly insane, like the emotional turmoil stirring within my heart, making me think in nothing but saddened pictures.
Silent words forming constantly without any foreboding or warning.
Existing only by whims of behavior, out on a limb, trying to hold on, but failing.
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Answers replying through the years in unanswered prayers, finding their way at last to my ears.
Now is not the time to be fulfilled, yet a tear forms in the corner of my eye, wishing I hadn't asked for that certain someone to be a part of my life, because now I'm all alone on a hidden passage through mourning, never able to forget the love given to me for such a short while.
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Granddaughter stepping up to the mike, singing softly,
but distinctly to the audience.

Clapping easing the butterflies in soloists stomachs,
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Aspects of life, creating many styles of people,
fashion happening at intervals in careers and
periods of aging into mature adults as seniors.
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Illusions of the shore penetrate my mind through
musical melodies and lyrics, touching memories
of my soul as joy fills me elatedly.
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Life is an exaggerated play,
trying on new purposes and
ideas constantly.
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