RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Tuning my mind to echoes emitted by my soul, traveling down open corridors on wings of steel.
Finding inner realms of language, lapping upon shores of a hidden horizon, not seen since I was a child.
Figuratively skating about, jumping and landing between
rhythm and poetry.
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Waking to an insistent repetition of life standing still, watching rainbows turn gray with defeat.
Drumming steadily, falling continuously like rain, piling up in puddles easily defamed.
Onward towards any movement in time, casting out tidbits of knowledge unsavored in heady tasting wines of creativity, falling on deaf minds.
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Thinking of younger days when everything was new, looking forward to doing anything I could.
No fear got near me, I adjusted to whatever happened to transpire through the years.
Having many new adventures, learning whatever I wanted with no limitations or boundaries standing in my way.
Looking back upon the stretch of life now passed, I smile within, knowing my life has been well-spent without regrets.
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Showers from a rainy day in November, fall upon my brow,
hiding the tears flowing from my soul tonight.
Sadness crushing me inside, silencing my life on earth,
taking all hope and dropping it into a canyon of eternal
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Darkened silence filling my emptiness with it's sound of sorrow as tears fall non-stop upon my pillow throughout the night.
Soothing tones of silence fill me with loneliness as I faithfully write about emotions hiding beneath coverlets of grief.
Hesitant to speak, afraid I may not hear your voice again on earth, I dwell at times on life without you.
It produces a profound darkness deep within my soul.
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Rustling of the wind within my mind stirs memories - making them spin and dive - mixing them up inside.
Sitting - waiting - for them to settle down and be focused in causes a restless feeling deep inside.
Wanting to be free and independent, climb the walls with succorious splendor.
Lashing out upon the confines of an inner world trying to break out and run away.
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Sentimental morning, I am awakened by your timid
persistence in my mind.
Disallowing sleep, jumping onto escalators,
attempting to reach the highest number of images
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Sentimental morning, I am awakened by your timid persistence in my mind.
Disallowing sleep, jumping onto escalators, attempting to reach the
highest number of images contained in one moment.
Settling in, sipping a hot cup of tea, thinking of good things done in bygone days.
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Continuing education on edges of nights, proclaiming knowledge and wisdom as important facets of learning.
Although, as I look about, the only important side of it is the capacity of imagination to fold it all into one subconscious mind of elation, exercising ability and creativity in one.
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