RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Listening to the roar of jets flying over the building
causes a yearning, a longing to go flying.

Wanting to be up in the sky, looking at clouds, imagining
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Mesmerized by the dead of night, listening for thoughts to
come alive, as they do, writing them down inside this book.

Filling many pages with the travesties of life, easing the
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Wondering in depths of interior solace at all the things
that I've learned through the years.

Some of them thrilling, some not, but they have all
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Leaves shining with rays of sun alighting upon
them, gently being blown upon their branches,
and teased quietly without concern.
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Equality of life hangs in an unknown balance, teetering on
the edge of all existence.

Whirling about on the twisted cisterns of unreliable virtue,
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Rain colors the earth with deeper hues, richer vibrancy
of sighted feelings.

Rain colors are many as they fall, clear little crystal
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Walking on the edge, not knowing what to expect, leaves an
expectant waiting as if something is to be born and we know
not when, how or why.
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Sitting here waiting for a flag ceremony to begin - one that
my son will be in,

Hearing noise everywhere, instruments playing their songs
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Living on a highway of this mind, realizing every motion
is going forward, never stopping in the middle of traffic.

Listening to rhythms of tires, as they roll over asphalt
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Wanting to break chains of life from within, being free
and independent.

Soaring into inner depths of intellect, finding self in
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