RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Looking around, very few papers or books are standing
on my friend's desk or shelves.

A room simply decorated with pictures of gods and
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Realizations in life come in different ways, wrapped in
all types of identities and ideas.

Wanting to know the separate aspects of each of them,
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Sun shining interiorly, settling amidst particles
and fibers, lighting new prospects of an individual
complicity.
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Picturesque and enticing are visions of India and
it's gentle brilliant people.

Settling into a relaxed frame of mind, finding so
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Wanting to touch your face, hold your hands, being
tempted by your smile, running my fingers through
your hair.
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Clouds filling my mind, clouding it with their
pure whiteness and strength.

Taking my mind and holding it close as it cries
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Rising into the grace of heaven, yet being tied
to this hell on earth.

Wanting to take off soaring, getting lifted into
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Sojournly wandering down pathways of sorrow,
holding my heart gently in the palms of my
hands, being careful not to trip over anything.
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Stormy clouds pouring rain down upon us, only
one cloud doing so in the center of the court
yard.
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Walking along, thinking and wondering curiously
about certain patterns of life.

They develop and are created into many designs,
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