RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Water cascading off of water fountain falls, soothes
and refreshes my soul with laughter, gentle and calming.
Days and years, filled with stress and hardship, melting
away in a placid space of poetry.
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Strutting down pathways of sleepless joy, wandering
wherever I happen to find myself.
Spreading a blanket and having a picnic at the
expense of my soul.
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Universally straddling global fences, watching cosmic
issues penetrate daily news with pandemic catholic
abuses from priests and nuns alike.
Planetary movements glide through ubiquitous moments
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Empty, vacant lots, standing barren, desolate, forgotten.
So much like the poor are portrayed in every day news and stories.
Yet, never does anyone look beneath poverty, it's joy at times, of very little things.
Staunchly sitting at the edge, looking over, knowing that at the end their situation in life is better than those with lots of money.
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Staring out the window, looking at reflections of double images staring back at me.
Watching leaves shaking slightly in the night time breeze.
Mindful of many joyful memories of Mom, tears fill my eyes because she is not home.
Pulling my heart like salt water taffy in all directions, emotions continue to tear me apart.
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Never at a loss for words when writing,
deeply complacent for hours at a time.
Wonderful imagination digging freely
into every nook and cranny of creativity,
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A positive energy flow easing alongside,
attempting to coincide with who I am.
Neglecting to cast a glance aside,
continue writing words to music of Chopin
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Justifying interior possibilities, always recognizing
their abstract worthiness for future poems racing along
inside imagination.
Fully participating in a joy of petulant contrariness,
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Totally mangled by life's ingratitude, fluctuating on
whims of derisive folly.

Lacking fortitude, emptied of all dignity and self-
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