RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Is love a lie or is it a truth, how can we tell for sure,
for at times it seems to be a truth.

We fall in love with another and our whole world is trans-
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Standing in the background, not really knowing what to do,
trying to hide his stark-naked feelings inside of himself.

Wanting to let go, cry and hug his wife - instead he stands
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Skinny little tree, dancing the ballet in the middle
of a sun-lit yard.

Reaching out it's branches to life above, hoping to
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Turning around, switching places with eternity, enjoying
sensations that it is bringing into being.

Nothing excluded, curiosity being sated with the elixir
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Playing back and forth in backyards of a mind, remembering
childhood games that were always invented to play with my
sisters and brother.
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Retroactive memories bombarding our minds, saturating them
in rage, feeling blood of anger.

Torturing physically, inept traces of tears, not allowing
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Looking into shadows of eternity, noticing familiar
images even though hidden.

Opening up closed minds, treasuring peaceful energy
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Noticing the beauty of nature playing around in a gentle
breeze, tossing memories of younger days into mind while
writing of them constantly.
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Taking life into open hands every day, living and choosing
intellectual pursuits, poetry and music.

Loving beauty that has been created within to give peace
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Pictures framing a mind, endeavoring to be seen repeatedly,
yet not heard.

Hanging diligently, awaiting a casual look, beckoning perhaps
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