RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Relaxing in a bed of pain, trying hard not to feel it
stabbing me, without much success.
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Man is so fickle, undependable, unreliable, so totally
unlike God, whom I can trust and look to any time of
the day or night.
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Critical thinking, allowing abstractions free rein
when processes of prose kick in.
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Running through nature's lanes, keeping step with it's beauty
as I write poetical verses.
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Sensations filling my mind with tones of melodies,
preparing me for a night of writing poetry.
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Silent stillness of evening's atmosphere, touching my mind
with reverberations of yesterday.
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Tracing life down tracks of eternity, searching for empty
caverns I can fill with imagination's theories.
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Loneliness piling itself in back corners of my mind,
as I canvas roadways.
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Rattling, talking behind screens of time as I progress
through life's trials on the way to intellect's visions.

Penetratingly testing my strength and character on
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Switching gears, intimidating interior solace
with untoward reticence.
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