RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Painful memories jab
and poke my heart as
I recall their hurting
remarks of deathly horror.
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Yuletide cheer spreading itself through Christmas,
acknowledging the birth of Jesus so many years ago.
Spiritually recognizing the immensity of His day,
filled with the wonder and awe of every little child
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Exacting precise formulas of beats mathematically
produced from etudes and scores of the famous
masters of old.
Aligning tones, arranging them in precise etudes
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Twilight evenings of time have ended.
Christmas season and all of it's glitter and giving.
Lights out, decorations coming down, a listless
feeling of sadness ruminates around my mind's heart.
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Silently thinking, pondering facets and aspects of
life's daily routine, wondering what it will bring.
Saundering along, watching nature grow and become
one with me through poetry.
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Looking around a great hall filled with people talking,
conversing, enjoying one another's company.
Yet, here I sit, in my own little world of interior
literature, alone on a desert plain, enjoying every
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Mutely speaking through written words, placating life
with soul-filled rhymes.
Searching for adventure, daring experiences and bold
fear, all wrapped up in years of maturity.
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Sweetened music touching my mind's ears with delight.
Softening daily stress with it's enigmatic prose and
exacting measurement.
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Quietly silencing stress of life with pockets of
decisiveness and rational ideals.
Anger gently wallowing, being pushed beneath the
day's struggles.
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Sitting on yesterday's porch, rocking back and forth,
conversing with family and friends.
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