RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Fast-paced, constantly moving, never letting up for
a single moment, hearing lyrics from so many songs,
all with meanings to someone or another.
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Still and quiet, nothing bothering me this morning, just
copying the mail as we CB'ers say on our radios.

Yes, a CB'er for many years now, Lady Phoenix is my handle,
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Hanging head, shoulders drooping, sadness filling spaces of
grief left behind after attending funerals of loved ones.

Tears falling, choking life, wishing to go back in time and
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Our bodies are knowledge or as such, collect knowledge
through our six senses.

Sight, touch, smell, hearing, speech and intuition
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Withering and deadened, lying within my mind, sorrow is now
making itself heard, tired of waiting, now stepping up and
screaming silently into this intellect, causing quite a stir.
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Softly tuning to an inner nature, seeking peace within,
fulfilling obligations as so many duties of this life.

Going deeply to this inner mind, sorting out pictures
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Clouds moving and gathering together within, letting my mind
know how much it means to be part of such an awesome intellect.

Never believing that energy of tomorrow's passion can be so
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Decorated hospital beds lined and waiting, rider and pusher
anticipating the start of the race.

Halos and wings gathered together, a glittery prospect for
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Fields of forgetless memories, lying in disarray, waiting
to be picked or chosen and arranged in certain bouquets,
sunlight airily focusing in, spraying corners with the
brightness of it's smile.
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Thank you for the meal and gift, for the loud song of
birthday embarrassment.

Thank you for the quiet conversation, merry laughter,
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