RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Hearing sadness,
voicing it's deep-set sorrow in
slow-moving rhythms of mourning.
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Satin tears, flowing everlastingly down my face,
full of sadness in grief.
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Roaming mountains, watching the sun lower itself beyond the horizon in the west.
Riding and running faster, trying to get to the shelter of the forest before night falls completely over him in darkness.
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Slopes filled with pure white snow,
glistening in the morning sun.
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Catching clouds, riding them through skies of imagination
just for the thrill of it all.
Soaring with the eagles, being accepted and brought under
their wings for protection in the cold atmosphere.
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Settling down among the brambles of life, hurting from their
natural contexts and crying tearfully, yet not moving an inch.
Searching for the words to yell, but cannot find even a
syllable to voice.
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Silence opens up my mind at times, growing mature ideas
and culminating the day's thinking in an aftermath of
daily routines.
Slaying, bantering thoughts as they slide up and down my
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Tripping through time,
getting caught in it's always
hurried expiration date.
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