RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reading many books through the years, having over seven
thousand of my own stacked on many bookshelves lining
the walls throughout my house.
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Coverlets of innocence hiding the purity of children,
nothing interfering in any aspect, yet when a component
from an adult enters, a certain perversion happens to
the rectangular center of their horizons.
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Technically speaking, life is very complicated in it's
simplicity, we are very complex creatures of habit, yet
we can suddenly be spontaneous.
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Distinguished and always a gentleman, Amitava, talking,
making me laugh, giving all kinds of interesting facts
about the history of India and other parts of the world.
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Receiving messages, coded from rhythms that I am now
listening to constantly and incessantly.

Pleasure centers in my brain being touched tantalizingly
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Succulent cacti right outside the door, filled with
rain water from the last storm that we had in Phoenix.

Beautiful, plump, blossoms decorating them in colors
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Thunder claps loudly and even in the darkness a light of
hope sparks itself once in a while.

Treasures filled with memories keep us going through life
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Pasting a picture of self over reality, hiding behind
it, wanting to pretend that I'm not really here right
now, hoping it will work, but not really counting on it.
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Bending branches of trees hanging into a memory of
childhood, reminding me of all the good and wonderful
times had when climbing them every day.
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Turnabout shyness being lifted and put away in a
closet of past attitudes.

Today, moving forward, enjoying reciting poetry
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