RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Strangling tightly on shores of near death,
watching facets of life debate secretly with
a reaper of dismantling puzzles.
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Diversity, the diverse hoax of the twentieth and twentieth first
centuries.

A haze, a cover-up of unsurpassed proportions, being played again
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Deciding to refrain from life for a while,
choosing to sit on sidelines, thinking
sololy of whatever comes to mind without
interruption.
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Taking strides into futures of peace and solemnity with
every word written in prose.

Standing out in acres of imagination, putting together
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Strolling along beaches in my mind, feeling the warm sand
soothe my feet and toes.

Sun shining upon me, tanning my skin with it's incessant
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Waking nature, keeping it in sight as I revel in it's
beautiful scenery.

Placing trees and flowers in my mind photographically
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Situated on piers of life, fishing for periods of soothing
music, as definitions form into words of belief and joy,
unfolded from within and taken from beds of linen.
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Sounding horns, blaring into the atmosphere, calling
everyone to facets of individual movement and motion
towards horizons of night and edges of day.
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Slowly walking to an inner tempo of notes, measuring life's
steps and beautiful nature.

Noticing particles of being, growing on edges of my mind,
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Foreign words, sneaking into corners of darkness,
to await their turns of meanings in spotlights of
prose.
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