RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rugs wrinkled, lying on the floor, bamboo, painted pictures
hanging upon the wall.

Papers piled all over a wooden desk, a bookcase, stuffed
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Riding into the sunset, life hurrying alongside, trying
to keep up with imagination as I travel swiftly into
dimensions and atmospheres of difference.
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Seeing pathways, heading into unknown avenues of intellect,
going forward anyway.

Loving to discover many unknowns in this interior life and
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Silence in the darkness of evening, letting me go into it's
twilight without fear.

Spaces of time, collecting in precious memories of family
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Tackling everyday problems, writing poetry, keeping senses
about me and falling into rhythms, leveling out all of my
moods.
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Reaching shores of life, stepping onto them,
walking through warm sand, thinking of the
life I have already lived for sixty four years.
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Deepest loneliness ever felt inside is with me now, wishing
it would leave me does no good.

Trying to face it leaves me feeling helpless, no longer able
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Tickling brain cells, making me smile and laugh, giving
many ideas chances to proliferate and ascend into heights
of another dimension.
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Standing in the background, watching intently and listening
attentively to what is being said.

Yet, all you will see is me listening to music and writing,
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Repertoires of past memories are opening and stepping into
the light, happy to be seen and remembered once again.

Enlivening spirits, tossing life into the fray of living
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