RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Tomorrow will be another motionless, waveless day
in this world.
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Taking chances, running wild, escaping the boredom of
daily living and taking things that make me feel alive.

Those where I choose to challenge death and stand up
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Chugging easily around horizon's edges, listening for
sounds of beginning beauty to penetrate an interior
environment.
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Brilliant yellow sun, touching my eyes and mind
with it's luminescent beauty as it sits beneath
desert mountains, holding their breath as night-
time falls upon them with a full moon of
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Songs of happiness belying feelings of sorrow and grief
just under the surface.

Eyes looking out, heart touching emotional upheaval,
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Tiers of seats filled with people, some at dizzying
heights.
All gathered to watch some men run around a field,
touching three bases.
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Locating rhythms of intelligence in every song I hear
and write to.
Paled in comparison are the spoken words, leading
seldom to any type of inspiration of truth.
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Moving quickly, fingers flying
as they rhythmically put words
into my mind, exciting my brain
stem into classical wonder and
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Tired of sitting in bowls of life with everything
weighing upon little shoulders, pressing selves
into small round bottoms.
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