RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Silencing moods of
yesterday's trials begins
with understanding of why
they happened so they may
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10: 18 a.m.
Memories awakening, sometimes sprouting new ideas and
concepts with dream-like rhythms.
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Reality staring into space, wondering why humans don't
like to face it throughout life, continually turning
from it, preferring lies and fantasy to it's truth and
honesty.
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In the night, studying nature, rose petals falling
into the darkness, being blindly stepped upon as
people stroll by on pathways.
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Dancing into an evening sunset, shadows deepening, life
coming to a standstill as activity becomes tired and is
put away quietly and carefully into cupboards of nothing-
ness.
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Blankets covering evening with quiet solace and beginnings
of contemplation, a fullness, an essence, opening up it's
blossoms to fresh scents of nighttime air.
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Timid and shy, avoiding crowds and parties full of those
wanting to talk and drink with each other.

Preferring only the solace of lonely abandonment where
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Stepping onto lines of tomorrow, following them with an
innate knowledge as to where they are headed.

Dreams and visions having been guarded well, not allowing
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Gentle, joyful, contented, a morning filled with strife
in the beginning.

Going to a pool tournament with my husband, and a friend,
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Respecting others is tantamount to communication and
treating others as they should be treated.

Dreaming of a world filled with peace, yet seeing
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