RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Settling deep down within me,
peering out, my inner child,
worried, preferring not to
expose herself through writing
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Synchronizing plans in a mind of poetical existence,
taking over editions of periodic displacement.

Afterwards, forming novel approaches to outer
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Fingering notes, playing etudes of sincerity on notes
of life's existence.
Creating new ideals without thinking of harmful effects.
Deciding how to face outcomes of resistance through
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Adjusting channels of indifference at the outset of
every dilemma, figuring formulas to ratios in
occasional poetical measurements.
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Jamming to tunes on a karaoke machine,
singing from inner depths.

Letting words out into the atmosphere
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Agitation filling me, rising closer to fear of the unknown,
tasting the tang of bitterness in every remark given out of
retribution.
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Singling out aspects of reality
as it steps upon my mind.

Neglecting feelings, tramping
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Sacrificing a lifetime for another person isn't
absolute love, it's a part of a neediness - a
co-dependence of sorts.
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Irish eyes are smiling on this St. Patrick's Day celebration -
a day too late - but enjoyable just the same.
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Tired from the early morning sun, rising and shining upon her,
a little one sleeps on while rhythms dance in her head
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