RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Delicate balance of nature perched insecurely on branches
of life, looking out upon the world, seeing details that
unfold right before my eyes.
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Hurriedly skipping into deepest recesses of my mind,
stirring thoughts, ideas and concepts in abstractions
of my mind.
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Living a story that has not been told as yet,
writing moments of life in poetry.

One day when the last one has been written,
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Every time my heart opens to others it is broken, taunted,
strung with false lies and love.

Speaking with forked tongues, stinging with both points
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Being an impossible case, stubbornly holding to convictions
and beliefs, not holding anything against another if theirs
were different from my own.
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Pressuring life from the inside out, we stress ourselves
with inane agendas and to do lists that are expendable
in life.
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Treasuring the beauty of our souls is a cherished dream
of our Lord, wanting what He has created to soothe us
spiritually to be put to good use in our lives.
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Reading in faces of other people, the needs of their souls,
poverty of interior lives illuminating the position of their
beings within the fruition they give to others.
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Requesting things from others with no intention of ever
paying them back is an insincere attempt at being caring
about them.
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Closing doors, opening windows to nature, aromas wafting
through them, touching our minds and souls with a beauty
of their essence.
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