RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reaching for memories hiding interiorly,
hoping to catch them off guard so I can
remember what they were once, a long
time ago.
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Sitting high upon the bleachers to get a good view of the made-up
stage.
A castle drawbridge with banners flying above it, the backdrop
for the walkway soon to be walked upon by many outstanding students.
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Many people in wheelchairs, lining the walls,
bodies splinted, casted or taped, holding their
pain in check.
Painstakingly waiting for therapy: speech,
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Reflection of a tree in a doctor's office visit,
placatingly signifying nature's choice of a
natural subject for a poem.
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Always sorrowful, never far from tears.
As they slip quietly down my cheeks
they rip and tear my heart even deeper
than before.
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Rejoicing over my death will be plentiful and of good quality.
Songs will be sung and bands will play the march of death for
me as I pass away.
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Gently touching strings of my interior mind, blended with
subconscious dreams, bringing to fruition, an atmosphere
I can handle, becoming my purpose in spite of other people.
Listening carefully to other-worldly thoughts, seeking me
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Touching nature through musical memories,
watching my Granddaughter on the front
lawn as she happily waves her arms excitedly -
when she sees a butterfly flying around the
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Reaching towards exhibits of interior dimensions,
hoping to blend them with what is already within.
Touching my soul with absolute silence and becoming
narrowed constantly as it fits quietly in spaces of
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Totally exhausted, here I sit, wishing I were back in bed.
Going all over town, running errands has got me down.
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