RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Tasting the smell of grilled hot dogs on
the bar-b-que.
Wonderfully scented, touching taste buds,
giving delight to a brain in anticipation
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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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Strong and soft-spoken,
settling gently into a garden
filled with blue roses from heaven.
Keeping time with every pulse,
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Sitting, trying to collect myself,
because I've been broken into millions
of pieces and cannot see to put myself
together again.
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Rocking into the next century,
full flavors of rhythm taking
steps into aisles of musical
ability.
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Sorrowful silence finding a desert oasis in a jungle
of cacti and excruciating arid heat.

Listening carefully to accents of habitual desert
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Stranded in lines of possibilities, weighing processes of
imagination against innate talent.

Coming up with bountiful experiences to be written in land-
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Ragged rhythms, standing end to end,
fitting themselves into designs of
today's routines.
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Soaring ever higher, flying to outskirts of reality,
testing it's edges, walking along them, watching for
a break or gap to escape it's circumstantial
circumference.
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