RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Woe is falling around like hail from a hailstorm,
hitting me squarely in the heart, not letting me
escape it's sorrowful grasp.
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Hiding in a shell, listening to the ocean, bringing good memories of times had through the years at Seaside Heights, my favorite shore in New Jersey.

It's where I'd spend every weekend during my twenties, swimming in the ocean, body surfing, enjoying every second I spent there.
Locating shells, watching seagulls swoop down to skim the ocean waves.
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Sun shining in spite of cumulus clouds
trying to shut it out.
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Higher than the atmosphere, I feel myself within clouds,
looking down upon earth, wondering when I'm going to crash.
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Wading through memories of flying a cessna when nineteen years old.
Still feeling the joy whenever thinking about it.
Taking off and landing at Sky Harbor Airport, making left banks,
right banks, flying aloft.
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Watching reflections in windows of memories,
glancing into the past with eyes wide open.
Touching past feelings and seeing glimpses
of hereditary history in it's making.
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Halos floating above my angel, as she watches over me.
Signaling facets of love as they grow beyond limits of
earth.
Stretching and expanding life wide open, for possibilities
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Traveling down the road in a yellow cab, always watching,
seeing ten birds, all sitting on a telephone wire on the
side of the road.
Just chilling and passing the time away quietly, together.
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Slipping across heaven,
taking in it's gardens,
filled with beautiful
blue roses with scents
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Exacting priceless melodies from an atmosphere of inner
beauty, showing them upon screens of imagination, watching
their auras begin and continue through colorful clouds of
memories.
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