RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Resuming the pace of an early morning run, following my inner tendencies as I go in any direction freedom chooses to take me.
Always, looking forward, yet taking back roads just to be funny and throw others off track.
Not wanting anyone knowing which direction I choose or take to continue my solo journey of poetical musing.
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Western-style of entertainment being sung in a karaoke atmosphere by a variety of people and range of voices.
Everyone enjoying the music, some even dancing country-western style to it.
A reminiscent encounter from younger days when I used to go dancing when single.
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Going home within my mind, following the routes shown me from childhood.
Knowing every turn as photographic images keep me on track, never losing my way no matter the time of day.
Sincerely hoping to stay among all the memories of yesterday.
Moving in directions of the future.
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Lonely echoes hitting the canyon walls of my soul, drifting into the writing that I love to express.
An empty feeling surrounding every tone and rhythm being celebrated with a generous appreciation from many others in the world.
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An empty loneliness has penetrated inside my heart strings and is plucking them unmercifully with a hurting tirade of syllables.
Rejecting the ecstasy of tomorrow's picturesque scenes, feeling abject loneliness filling my being with it's awful feelings.
Leaving me bereft and alone in an empty corridor far from home.
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Swallowing and taking in every bit of talent being shown to us here tonight.
Voices singing out in echoing beauty of sunrises in tomorrow's musical abodes.
Trading nothing for the gifts given freely and being used to the utmost in an environment of promoting it all to the world.
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Rolling restlessly down life's roads, wanting more than ever to be expressed in platitudes of friends.
Talking, spreading conversations in the wayward winds, wandering down pathways of yesterday.
Meeting once in the past, we became friends forever, joining in repasts through the years.
Exchanging thoughts and loving the time we spent together while rolling restlessly down life's roads.
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Racing around a back room at the Wagon Yard, two little toddlers, running joyfully, holding balloons and chasing one another.
Finding their little game full of fun, leaving out the adults as they sit and talk.
Keeping each other company until it's time to stop and go home to bed.
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Searching everywhere for an answer to the loneliness felt deeply inside for years.
There seems to be no reason for it, no logical answers to be found on earth.
Yet, it continues to abound with an emptiness felt, where there is a hole in my heart, and no way to fill it.
No one to help me find a way in this life of saddened sorrow.
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Roping sorrowful thoughts into poems of depth, as I think of all the times love has left me alone and bereft through the years.
Now with many years of married love, I am going to be crying my heart out again.
Only this time it will be because you have gone beyond the fading shores of life, leaving me behind.
Trusting in promises of doubtful hope, I'll continue life alone.
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