RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Calmly enjoying soothing recollection of yesterday's
classical music while listening to a repertoire of
today's sounds, mixing and matching them in realms
of my mind.
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Wizened wrinkled faces of the aged walking past
age-old traditions as they dance and play in
rhythm before us.
So steady, precise, steps are taken in beats of
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Living on edges, always waiting to fall backwards
into oblivion.

Tending to forget about reality and it's glass-
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Expressions of children full of awe and wonder,
catching sight of Christmas cheer and beauty.
Touching everything that glitters or shines,
clapping with joy, excited about everything
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Walking and talking in rhythm, keeping time
with elastic tenacity, taking care to touch
upon living edges of life.
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Wringing hands of mindless purposes, turning away
from shores of life because they are too forlorn
to be a part of being today.
Walking lonely on beaches of sand, thinking
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Monotony of repetition is encased in moments of drunken stupor.
People talking, but not speaking of anything of importance because they're not hearing or listening to conversations being spoken.
Tearfully engraving moments of silence onto ceramic
plagues of insignificant bliss, causing a compulsion of
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Sitting, screening passers-by, as I contemplate
their benign actions for moments at a time.
Silently watching faces, sensing emotions,
striving for an understanding of life in motives
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Living in another moment of life,
enjoying it's essence while I'm
there.
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Flags waving in the distance as people enjoy
themselves, dancing around the room, smiles
enamored from music and it's rhythmical beat.
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