RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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Tired of sitting in bowls of life with everything
weighing upon little shoulders, pressing selves
into small round bottoms.
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Soliciting silence from within, hearing it's calming
voice bring peace to my soul.
Wandering darkness through a desert of life, following
instinct, inherent to an interior quiet.
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Life revolves, each person has a role to play, all
afraid of letting down their guard, in case someone
makes them care about another.
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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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A feeling of closeness, of being together,
makes our lives joyful.
When our children are with us we are fulfilled.
We proclaim our love for one another as love
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Time surfs forward always pushing us beyond each day,
wondering why we put up with it.
Salvaging each and every minute, playing it to utmost
capacity, throwing ourselves into work, play, quiet
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Saturated beyond belief with untold sorrow,
frantically swimming to keep my head above
water.
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Trouble constantly filling corners of life in varied
situations and odd circumstances, tending to people's
anger and hatred.
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