RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Changing attitudes, beating faster into the rhythms,
giving pleasure as I write in time to it all.
Completing the sequences of tonight's measures with
a delicate balance of talent and inborn knowledge.
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Aphid-like, sorting out which way to go, taking off
on wings of freedom, nothing standing in the way.
To live life this way would be a glorious situation,
one which is simple and didactic, worthy of interior
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Everywhere you search, love has already been found
and formed into something beautifully handcrafted.

Exquisitely hand-painted and given freely in spite
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Grayful aging, gently pushing us forward to a final
destination into a space of life's chess board.
Waking latent desires at fate's curbsides we limply
hold on to what we can't give away.
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Magical forests of clouds stretching farther than our
eyes can see are silent, still, not moving about,
there is no breeze right now.
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Coming down, touching now, tops of clouds.
Scraping our jet's belly quickly over them
gliding along currents of atmospheric
pressure
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Tawdry ideas swimming about, attempting to cling to
insides of memory's ideas.
Mind mazing with solitude of prose, investigating
priorities forgotten in lands of time.
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Gracefully, agedly moving, waltzing across the
dance floor, holding hands, looking into each
other's eyes and treading through their lives,
closely and lovingly until their times of
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Strangling my mind like ivy growing, trying to be
heard as it blossoms forth into myriad flowers of
inert colors.
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Insinuating our lives with beauty and poise we enter
reality, unafraid of it's terror and noise.
Becoming and allowing our lives to take steps at a
time to our lasting horizons, watching the wonderful
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