RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Listening in an atmosphere of bluened light, being
soothed as I write from within it.

Knowing many things innately, learning more with
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Looking out a window at my doctor's office, being
downtown in Phoenix.

Skyscrapers, trees and cacti everywhere, morning
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Distinguishing life from death is a very fine line,
it depends on whether or not a person has a strong
mind and will.
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Out of reach, life standing before me, waiting for
it's end, yet my mind tells it, not yet, I still
have some things to do before letting go of you.
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Loving the world, everything and everyone in it,
finding much pleasure in the living of it while
writing and listening to music every day.
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Morning dew having evaporated, sun shining brightly
across Phoenix's desert lands, arid, hot, beautiful
weather and landscapes everywhere you look.
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Watching, listening to several pool players playing
in front of me while I write, my usual place when
here at the center, sitting at a table alone.
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Taking everything in stride, not feeling any different,
just being myself and writing.

Loving details being given to me from interior photo-
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Life is surreal at times, like a painting that
I am looking at in the back of my mind.

Mirroring life in reflections of memories gives
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10: 18 a.m.
Memories awakening, sometimes sprouting new ideas and
concepts with dream-like rhythms.
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