RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rising into the atmosphere of lightening strikes,
accomplishing only the impossible as I walk
tantalizingly towards a walkway of tomorrow's dreams.
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Hearing always of death, it's never-ending, crying and hurting
inside, leaves not a scar on the outside.

Always wondering why, or hoping not this time, things never
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Looking around seeing trees, some with leaves changing
color - those are the ones that don't belong here for
we have no seasons made for them.
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Lonesome roads are falling open before every memory, holding
on to tears of a lifetime, charging into brigades of lifelong
endeavors.
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Hitting a wall, not being able to pass through any barricades
before the next call of rhythms.

Straying around the pavement, holding onto the totality of
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Testing waters of ancient times, noticing the acrid odor
emanating from it's depths.

Holding positions of yesterday's recriminations, toasting
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Strumming inner guitars of a melody sent from heaven,
soothing the essence of my mind.

Taking and transferring every gift that has been
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Dancing quickly into the distance of another remark being made
along highways of yesterday.

Only tread marks of another era are standing in avenues and on
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Loving is hiding deeply within this periodical side of
life, turning aside and letting me sing not into the
world, faking not a thing.
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Listening to the wild call of insensitive beings, standing on
the brink of edgeless causeways.

Settling in among dead branches, leaves entangle themselves
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