RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Holes cannot squelch hope of death in nether thoughts
racing across the exquisite expanse of imagination.

Provoking thought, capturing it's essence, fulfilling
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Climbing stairs with age, selected sections of memories bring
back childhood days of bouncing down flights, and sliding
headfirst down them.
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Tables set in lace, holding plates of food, pictures all around
the house, portraying images of mother, sister, wife - a woman
of great love.
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Going back into memory banks, finding familiar tunes,
reminiscent of teenage years filled with carefree fun
and times of learning.
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Rehearsing songs, changing and rearranging their essence to fit my style of composing.
Sending scents of rhythm into melodies just to try them out in compositions.
Feeling attuned to whatever I'm thinking as I place notes in sequences of many diversified situations.
Fitting every tone and sound in synch with words that grow in poetry, giving so much pleasure as I listen to them.
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Reason flees in desperation, as sorrow floods it thoroughly with crystal saddened tears, threatening to turn to dust, drying out my heart and soul.
Captivating an empty loneliness with perceptions of youthful times.

Slowly turning around, seeing life in retrospect, tearing me in pieces as I realize that it is almost gone and I haven't found any answers.
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Watching the horizons for your presence,
looking far into the future, yet you
never do show up.
Lifting eyes heavenward, hoping to hear your
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Breezes blowing into the east,
giving me dreams of beautiful
landscapes of interior spaces.
Just languidly walking through
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Trudging quickly through fields of bluened flowers,
sending me into gates of heavenly aromas, as I feel
lifted spiritually into realms of existent prayer,
soulfully being elated with a joy not of this earth.
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Traipsing through meadows,
trying to lose strings of
crystallized tears.
Never wanting to be tied down,
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