RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Watching dancers in lonely arms,
reaching for embraces of human
contact.
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Evening stars sprinkle in my mind,
sparkling throughout imagination,
causing images to form.
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Being a bystander, watching other's lives pass
by me, heading for their destinies.

Sun shining about outdoors, while I sit inside
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Horizons widening, allowing sensory perception to
accumulate and gather moments towards imagination.

Fields of apprehension twindle in comparison,
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What does no one else have that I do? Can it be figured out?

You're hopelessly lost, as thinking, you have no clue what to
deduce.
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Jumping, straining towards horizons of beyond,
while still collecting shells of disobedience
on this side of ocean's depths.
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Racing quickly to beats of a polka, soaring through the
fragrant atmosphere of rhetoric.
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Drenching hearts in dire need with exaltant memories of
loved ones today and tomorrow.
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Beating in time with rhythm's stance in life,
we step to the sounds of our own existence.

Lively aspects careen and crash into our lives
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Sunsets calmly sit in view as they light up an evening's sky.
Tears reflecting mirrors of yesterday's love, lost and torn
apart by death's insistence.
Holding on to moonbeams of hope as dreams cloud up in smoke.
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