RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Feelings reaching deeply into my soul,
watching their effects as they fill my heart with
sorrowful emotion and images of forgotten times of
existence.
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Valentine's Day, a day to behold.
To buy chocolates, cards, stuffed toys
to show your love.
Corny verses, heart decorations, dozens
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Fantasy survives a millennium of treatises on maturity and
realizing realities.

It survives it all with good grace and coquettish style.
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The song of the ocean is loveliest of all.
It's waves are so mighty, it's depth is so tall.
The foam as it breaks under the pull - the mist
as it spreads and lingers in our eyes.
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Driving along, hoping to catch momentary glimpses
of the sky in between high rises dotting our skyline.
How terribly progress mars our views of nature,
planting trees and buildings on our horizons.
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In my mind, throwing rocks into a clear blue crystal pond,
watching them hit the water with a splash and sink to the
brown bottom of mud.
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Likely aspects of entire lifetimes focus
on items that don't really matter.
We complain, judge, treat others unkindly,
yet, expect them to like us as we are.
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Talking incessantly through music hovering in my mind,
grappling to be heard in a literate swirl of meaning.
Touching magically, every sense, awakening feelings
hidden in temples of being.
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Shocking minds into realms of foreign countries dwelling within.
Cascading lights penetrating the darkness, covering wisdom's
candles with frightening desires.
Overcoming obstacles along the way, reaching always for horizons beyond sight or seeing.
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Turned inside out, feeling sorrow that
living heaps upon us.

Retching interiorly, being collapsed
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