RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Beckoning me to contribute a verse or two in poetical unison with a delicate melody, turning around in depths of my soul.
Whispering to no one, there's no one listening as life continues to move onward without a clue to where I may be going.
Traveling light, nothing dragging me down, free as an eagle, soaring high above all the danger and corruption of people everywhere on earth.
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Relaxing on a front porch attached to a cabin at Camp
Tontozona, enjoying mountain and pine tree views.

Watching clouds, black and gray, huddle together above,
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Sadness creeps into our lives through back doors at times,
taking us by surprise, devastating our neat, tidy ideas of
what life should be like.
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Touching halos of angels in dreams, feeling their healing,
calming effects on tense bodies.

Sorting through mysteries, trying to always be near and
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Reciting words in a sing-song manner, tripping along
rhythms path, filling interiorly with graceful melody
and serene discipline.
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Embellishing life fruitfully with exciting bylines of
ecstasy pulling me forward into melodies of rhythmic
ideality.
Searching, traveling, picking up beautiful clues to
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Reality coercing music to strive for the night, exhausting
all endeavors to follow truths through moments against all
odds.
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Pain radiating through me, aching, dulling my brain,
taking me to thoughts I don't want right now.
Fizzling with disharmonious pain, creating instances of
adversity that I can't deal with now.
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Strengthening ties of purpose, pulling them together
into bonds of iron, forever typing all of their
particles into one fortress.
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