RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Shattering glass memories with
sharpened tears of blue crystal.
Resting in our beds of lace on
final days of misery, we are
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Wakefulness hitting me in the middle of the night,
catching my eyes in starlight.
Watering sorrowful thoughts growing inside my mind
waiting to be picked and shown in written words.
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A contemporary sound being emitted by a country boy,
telling a story of youth, alone in a small town.

Overpowered by intense reasons of freedom, he tried
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Evaporating emotions coming into the open,
unafraid of experiencing the life they were
meant to live in a person.
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Clicking in my mind, sending messages to and from consciousness and back from unconsciousness to a reality I don't want to realize or observe.
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Listening, hiding in a corner of my mind,
relaying all-important ideals through
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Walking away down pathways of heaven's hidden gardens, taking pictures with my imagination, holding them closely so they'll never be lost or forgotten.
In these times of peace and concentration I never waver in any aspects of intellect.
Absorbing every facet and color, hiding them away until I write them out in a poem.
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Solitary moments quieting my soul,
welcoming thoughts to enter my mind
with peaceful endeavors.
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Becoming a recluse in my mind,
offering no discordant measures to a
song of life that is mine.
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