RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Galloping through measures of altitude, climbing
mountains with the accuracy of a delicate
instrument.
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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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Watching scenery through blinders of my mind, as it
scurries down paths of reminiscent parades.
Curtains pulled back, allowing picture windows to
project nature into pockets of new memories, saved
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Jumping, leaping, undying love of cowboy ballads is
running rampant among us, enlivening our spirits and
souls.
Reaching through all notes, placing our hearts along-
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Journeying alone, taking steps off-road, hoping to
find new locations of words and meanings in the next
dimension.
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Closing windows behind me, locking doors with dead
bolts, making sure they'll never be opened.

Keeping everyone out of my business, wanting only
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Washing tears on washboards
situated inside.

Cleansing them until they
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Reaching into depths of interior thinking,
looking for chests of forgotten memories,
hoping to dust them off and watch them
careen across the screen of subconsciousness.
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Being veracious to a fault, not wanting to misrepresent
anything that I say or write, attempting to write what
I mean exactly.
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Everything a quiver, gently probing this interior mind with
a quiescent behavior, not failing to show it's face beneath
the covers of sadness.
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