RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Flying high, splattering in the air,
tossing droplets of water everywhere.
Outside a little sphere, all of time
is stalemated, beyond imagining - life
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Looking towards the sun shining brightly through my mind,
watching it's rays spread evenly across the land.
Burning brighter as it rises higher in the sky.
Titillating memories of childhood, playing in the yard,
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All of life circles itself,
glides upon mantles of yesterday.
Always forging ahead, picking and
selecting jewels of becoming and
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It's so hard to explain loneliness of years when one is
without words.
Explicit joy brought on by a child - and then silence as
a memory creeps in.
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In depths of loneliness, one fact stands out above all else - despair.
Life is not great or happy - it's one big ugly maze of worry and
frustration.
Why go on? Why not put a stop to it?
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Life is painful enough without death confiscating our loved
ones from this earth.
Everyone dies before everything is ever said or done.
We remember one another as long as we each live life as it
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Deftly turning into recesses of deepest interior.
Holding onto small fragments of a broken heart,
feeling lost and empty, with no one to impart
them to.
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Water being blown and twisted about, with a fountain - shut off -
in it's midst.
Changing - rearranging constantly, the surface in the pool - so
much like our lives are changed by others touching and coming
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Tuned to the responsive side of inner nature allows me to
grasp dimensions of greatest artistic grace.
Filled with the amount of peace brought face-to-face in a
cold, wanting world, I settle down to write of misplaced
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Blindly traveling along pathways of life,
not knowing what is beyond the next bend.
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