RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Thinking of yesterday and all the joy I used to have,
because of my good friend.
Just being herself was enough to keep me entertained
and happy with our friendship.
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Standing around depths of talent, honoring each other
with perfection and gifts of poetical visions.
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Forwarding answers into future puzzles,
placating memories as they erase stressful
thoughts at times.
Placing minds in unthoughtful pathways,
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Carefully treading down lanes of bereavement,
looking for sorrow's roses to ease the pain
of living.
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Tumbling through life, ricocheting off it's circumferences
like a ball in a pinball machine.

Careening down pathways, losing control except through
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Watching dilemmas come into view throughout
stances of life, as witness to energies of
other lives beyond our horizons.
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Saturated, together with nature,
iambically flowing down mountainsides,
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Thoughts stirring, rearranging themselves, locating sequences
and patterns they prefer to be in.
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Synchronizing designs of patterns, developing ingenuity as
it climbs higher with ivy up scholastic walls.
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Settling deep down within me,
peering out, my inner child,
worried, preferring not to
expose herself through writing
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