RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Hiding behind curtains of pain, studying effects
it has on our beings.

Nothing to be done to sooth it entirely so we do
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Listening to an interior contemplation as I write
through it's bluened atmosphere.

Finding explicit themes to write about, watching
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Standing in hallways of yesterday, looking
at all images and pictures of the past, now
yellowed with age.
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Benefits of aging are like treasures that we hold
close to our hearts, because there are too few of
them as we grow older.
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Rising fresh and alert on this Arizona stormy morning,
looking forward to my trip to the Casino today.

Sitting here on the bus, waiting to head out, storm
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Lively and alert, this mind of mine is ready to
continue writing throughout this entire day, in
between some gambling that is.
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Dark clouds scattered across the sky, beautiful and
enticing my mind.

Reaching into depths of eternal sadness and sorrow,
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Living in the past at times, seeing my life, living
in poverty and loneliness, even through the oldest
of eight.
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Wailing of a harmonica within the music I'm listening
to, takes me into a land of sorrow, unheeded by my mind.

Studying the effects of an early life on living today,
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Enticing and free, living life fully, seeing the
beauty of it's nature daily.

Flowers blossoming on cacti here in the desert,
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