RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Writing through the night, greeting a darkened morning at midnight with an expression of happiness.
Traveling through a repertoire of blending thoughts, writing them each in many words and sentences, forming poems from the essence and passion of my inner voice.
Having been silent all of life
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Standing on corners, separated from each other in another part of the world.
No way for us to reach or touch each other in the byways of life, so we two remain strangers, never meeting or getting to know each other.
Yet, I write continually and one day you read what I have written on a page in a book.
Learning who I am, knowing how I felt.
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Dancing effortlessly,
gliding across the floor in each other's arms.
Catching eyes as they pass by others sitting
at tables all around them.
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Quickly fingering rhythms to fit my being today.
Justifying my essence in a poetical interlude of music.
Softly enjoying the beauty of an Arizona afternoon
with family at Buddy Stubbs.
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Negligent parents abound, children run around wild, no discipline
to speak of.
Tiny, tender hearts being ignored and left to their own devices,
trying to live by copying others and their behaviors.
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Lingering scents of yesterday enfold my mind luxuriously.
Giving me an aura of desert portraits sandly sitting in my mind,
awaiting retrieval of a different horizon on shores of beyond.
Taking all I know and spreading it like jam across the earth,
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Traffic snarling itself down the road, motorcycles revving up as they turn into Buddy Stubbs for a day of live music and free bar-b-que.
Memories with bikers and families riding into sunsets while sitting in chairs reminiscing of the good old days.
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Running from the quietness of life, yet surrendering to it's grasp, letting it do whatever it wants to life without incrimination or punishment.
Left to it's decision we are all captured by it's deadly grip in the end.
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Wandering down lanes of memory's images, watching my past as it was lived when younger.
An enduring video of what I used to see and think of, all details coming across clearly and distinctly in colorful tones of rhythm.
Loving to traverse through all the visions, knowing the impressions by heart and wishing at times that I can go back and relive some of them.
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Forgotten dreams, tripping through my mind trying to be relived with a purpose and meaning.
Being excluded time and again, always coming back,
pounding on doors of yesterday's future.
Notwithstanding, taking steps onto bridges, crossing
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