RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Living on a highway of this mind, realizing every motion
is going forward, never stopping in the middle of traffic.

Listening to rhythms of tires, as they roll over asphalt
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Having appointments with Dr. L. just once a month now,
hoping to keep improving, yet knowing that I am not,
is a travesty to this mind of mine.
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Shouting out to the world, wanting to shower it with inner
poetry, portraying life in many forms and sentences, giving
off their own essence in the simple country ways of the
desert.
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Wanting to break chains of life from within, being free
and independent.

Soaring into inner depths of intellect, finding self in
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Somnolent pastimes being held in daylight, left over from
last night's dreams, slipping away from the edges of night,
looking for miracles to appear.
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Another dawn has risen over life, this day is new, it has
just begun.

Thoughts banter by themselves, afraid to sit for any length
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Equality of life hangs in an unknown balance, teetering on
the edge of all existence.

Whirling about on the twisted cisterns of unreliable virtue,
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Thank you for the meal and gift, for the loud song of
birthday embarrassment.

Thank you for the quiet conversation, merry laughter,
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Age creeps upon us unawares, turning our hair gray or white
over night.

Bones creaking as we walk slower, a little unsteadier, a bit
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Visions of interior life filled with gardens
of heaven, portrayed in the blossoms of blue
roses.
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