RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reaching shores of life, stepping onto them,
walking through warm sand, thinking of the
life I have already lived for sixty four years.
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Playing safely in dangerous places within my mind,
living precariously, feeling the edge of life and
being comfortable with it.
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Sun scraping it's beams across the windows here at the
center, trying to penetrate screens that have been put
up to block it's rays.
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Life is surreal, it is like a painting that I am always
painting and adding to it.

Knowing fears, doubts, happiness and joy as it looks out
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Listening from right to left at rhythms combining themselves
in this mind, enlivening spirits whenever saddened by plights
in life.
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Sincerely taking life into my heart, as it touches my mind,
forgiving and solidifying total meanings of propriety.

Flowing gently into nighttime darkness, being led only by
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Intrepid mysteries piling up at the doorway to intellect,
giving auras of insightful beauty.

Tantalizing memories are echoing about, wanting to be
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Heartstrings being played to the satisfaction of intellect
as I bow to rhythms of integrity.

Playing to inner rhythms, succinctly transferring knowledge
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Fascinating me with an unsense, wondering how anyone
so smart could believe such nonsense, having no wish
to contemplate it.
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Lying there on the bed, tired out from a day's work, my
love reaching out across the room, touching him gently
so as not to wake him up.
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