RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Going inside, hiding out from someone who doesn't ever listen
to what I want in life.

Causing so much pain, like a rose caught in a perfect storm,
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Traveling roads, narrow and meant for only me, watching
every detail that befalls.

Seeing the passage of time, taking me farther away from
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Silent wakes fall before my eyes, remembering people I
have loved so dearly in this life.

Seeing them in coffins, saying good-bye for the final
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Taking myself into patterns of a powerful image, living it
prophetically and letting it infiltrate my being.

Seeing the adventure and discovery in everything, absolutely
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Kick starting thoughts, giving pleasure, as I soar through
clouds of imagination, tasting of their flavors as I pass
through.
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Listening to incessant probings of intellect, knowing what
feelings are inside, odd sensations coinciding with those
that are happening within.
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Dancing around to rhythms their father is playing, turning
up the volume and enjoying letting go of grief, laughing
and crying out of sorrow, finding a place beyond it all to
enjoy and have some peace inside of them.
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Strutting around the room, stepping in time to beats of
an entire rhythm, filling the emptiness of grief with
laughter found somehow deep inside, put there by a Mother
when she was still alive.
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Seasoning my mind with the flavor of life that has been
manifested and built creatively through imagination.

Selflessly divulging it's secrets in a nighttime essence,
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Separating lessons of life into categories, filling the
emptiness with a cataclysmic adventure full of discovery.

Finding avenues to travel into amazing forests of creation,
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