RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sweethearts in their nineties, holding gently to each
other, dancing and gliding to rhythms of music being
played sorrowfully in minds of grief belonging to the
musicians.
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Silver chimes ringing holiday cheer into the atmosphere,
bringing tears of joy and sadness to aged faces nearing
their endings.
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Rushing hurriedly into imagination, not able to contain
myself from viewing what it has found and shaped for me
to write about.
Silent triangles arranged in puzzling ideas, relevant
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Urgent thoughts jump and glide to mind, wanting to be
heard right now.
Watching them unfold and procure space, desperately
wanted to be able to prove their mettle in supposed
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Dreams catching my mind in yesterday's hallways,
framed and waiting to be written out.
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Rhythms crossing and changing, bringing about changes
in moods of life, scattering them into the wind like
leaves falling in a storm.
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Springtimes of life are filled with hope, joy and
growing learning of ourselves.

Wandering down pathways, watching flowers bloom
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Prophets of doom stand around in dark corners,
professing ends of earth as if it's a bad thing.
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Following ends of life into passages lit with
memories of yesterday.

Tempting us to withdraw and enter our final
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Wandering through a land of fantasy, beginning to dream
of non-existent things, so I can create them from
conceptions within intellect.
Sallow looking now, but when I get remake them they will
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