RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Raining upon an earth of sorrow, overflowing with tears
of pain and injustice, swallowing particles of hope,
afraid to hold on in this temporary world.
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Quaint rainbows of a mind hung with lace,
stately magnificent.

Even though no one else may see through
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A monumental stadium
built with city taxes,
housing for just hours
at a time, some team
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Opaque windows staring from a painting,
unable to see through themselves at our
world of beauty.
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Strongly feeling a lasting sense of
demise hanging upon the hook of my
heart, awaiting it's final day of wear.
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Easing slowly into spirits of Christmas
and fantasy, watching children - faces
painted - balloons being requested and
blown up.
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Music spilling out of the auditorium - splendid
chances to loosen and limber stiff joints and
bodies.
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Life is toiling around, giving grief and stress,
while all the while inside looking for peace and
calm, given from birth.
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Tickling ivories of a mind, exacting measures of rhythm
from interior spaces intent on rhyming into the universe.

Collecting all particles of life, gathering information
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Finding spaces to fit the puzzle of being into seeing
human's inept disguises at religion.

Bare stages with curtains instead of altars, no crucifix
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