RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking along shady lanes,
delighting in images of elderly trees.

Noticing their leafy sprawls and awesome
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Watching memories of yesterday gather in a painting,
filled with nature and sensual directions.

Reaching out, touching scented visions of long ago
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Silencing views of immature departure for
years of maturity, lying on the horizon.

Saluting inner talents with enjoyable
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Sauntering into periods of loneliness,
taking empty promises and heartaches as
they pull me into saddened corners of grief.
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Seething inside, afraid to speak for I may hurt someone's feelings
unintentionally and I don't want that to happen.
Anger stretching tightly across my mind, pulling me in directions I
don't want to go.
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Blending myself into backgrounds, escaping notice,
wanting to be alone to write and contemplate.
Falling deeply into patterns of serenity, challenging
intellect to come up with daring innovations and place
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A mind sits alone, yet it is an excellent elocutionist,
uttering thoughts unendingly.
Revolutions of ideas following one another until they
mesh and give new meanings expatiatingly.
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Challenging etudes soaring through the atmosphere,
claiming their existence by being there.
Tracing steps made creatively from heaven's gates,
solidly stepping down lanes of time on avenues of
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Images of Dad singing loudly in my mind,
intensifying as melodies are being sung
now.
Setting in motion, footfalls of images,
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People talking to one another,
trying to hear over a band playing
old-time melodies for all to hear.
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