RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Shaking rhythms calling to inner vibrations, wanting to
slowly wash ashore.

Finality sits upon waves, watching, yet not being ready
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Excitedly taking me by my mind into an atmosphere of
innocence and purity as I gather self in the midst
of childish laughter and talk.
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Researching people's attitudes from sidelines in a small cafe.
Watching expressions, feeling their emotions, tentatively
believing in sensory perception, helping to examine questions
that answers haven't yet been found for.
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Never cared much about football, even less about
the Cardinals.
Pat Tillman rose above the football field, reached
out and touched our lives with his love.
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Climbing stairs within a mind, helps to discover what is
already there.

Looking always for new ways of doing things, seeing ways
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Recklessly playing with many thoughts, finding out where
each one will fit in, slicing, dicing, chopping and living dangerously within this mind.

Unsurpassed in periods of restlessness, always being
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Roads of existence, take us on journeys without end,
or so we think.
Sights never seen, experiences felt and lived through,
being remembered in photos and pictures of mind-
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Silencing whispers of people trying to interfere in
my life with their demanding idiocies of challenged
freedom.
Standing aside, watching as they fall by the wayside,
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