RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Riding the train of life into future tracks of fate,
sensing derailments and crashes along the way.
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Nature dreaming visions into versions of longtime
family events.

Searching through storehouses of interior imagination
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Striding along pathways made by others, choosing not
to follow their footsteps.
Instead, creating my own, walking where I imagine I
can go.
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Genuflecting nicely on steps before the altar,
praying for peace, delving into depths of
organized serenity.
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Timidly watching those around me, sensing their feelings
and mixed emotions, filing through hallways on rounds of
acquiescence.
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Aging settles within us, sapping our strength, knocking us for a loop when we have done just a little.
Holding on, looking around us, watching people in different stages - ones we have already been through.
Seeing various ways people use coping skills that are as varied as hundreds of boxes of crayons.
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Peacefully picturing clouds in skyways of imagination,
attempting to make myriad decisions on how to occupy
interior photos that never die down or disappear.
Delivering exceptional issues of personality onto piers
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Years of experience holding one another,
stepping together in time over rough
roads of trials and strife.
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Running around, talking to everyone, returning sarcastic remarks with smiles and laughter, joining the fun.
Walking into and out of beautiful plateaus, scoring points as they are sung in songs at the end of a microphone.
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Rounding out thoughts as they jump to conclusions without us.
considering essences of nature and it's beauty,
we hide behind what we are used to on any given day
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