RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Softly, gently crying, wishing, hoping for clarity of mind-
ending thoughts.

Listening, creating, building, attentively attuned to inner
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Running fast away from all the frightening aspects of the
ending of this life.

Wanting to be held and loved just for myself and nothing
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Accidents of life are unforgiving relentless articles of
faith, prayer and hope, tomorrow settling itself
uncontentedly in spheres, pretending to feel safe and
secure.
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Waiting patiently for pictures so I can write poems for them,
yet knowing now, they were accidentally deleted.
Stars hanging in my mind, cannot connect to poems being written,
because there are no pictures to bring them into being.
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Windows reflecting thoughts of reprieve,
hoping to mirror them in visions on inner
screens of peaceful solutions.
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Busy-looking carpets being walked upon by many
people of various types and models of living.
Some with a lively step, as when they were
younger, others barely getting around, holding
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Watching intently, hoping to see the music I
hear so I can put it in poetry for all to see.
Finding that experiments are living in me still,
giving access to all things impossible.
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Noticing the surroundings, seeing
everything clearly as crystal,
wanting no clarification whatsoever.
Tending cryptically to coded prose,
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Quietly, I hide among nature and go deep inside myself,
just to get away from it all.
No one can follow, because I shut them out completely,
just to be alone.
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Empty spaces of desert plains are suddenly filled
with the essence of my soul as I write it into
existence for all to see.
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