RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking into the wilderness, not bothering to look back,
preferring to leave everything behind, not wanting any
baggage in this life.
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Solemn and quiet, a funeral silence enveloping my being,
not letting anything penetrate it's stillness, giving a
blending of extraordinary integrity as I write into the
evening hours, nothing to interrupt or stand in the way
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Shockingly bright colors hovering over this mind,
not alighting, preferring to hover, checking out
landscapes and feeling it's tender and warm glow.
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Following thoughts as they roam around the room,
looking into corners above ledges and into shadows
hovering everywhere.
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Looking out the window here at the senior center,
watching the wind blow an ocotillo back and forth.

It's scratching leaves and branches of a tree,
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Interior serenity being disturbed and disrupted by
certain thoughts that I'd prefer not to write about,
ripping up edges, trying to grab hold of serenity
and upend it.
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Two hearts beating for one another across the world
from each other, miles between them.

Yet their hearts have found a place in each other's
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Lights hiding in the darkness,
trying to be inconspicuous,
hiding behind some columns so
no one may see them.
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Silent and syncopated with grief, tears falling steadily
into the deepest part of being.

Suffering in the throes of a sadness that will not lessen
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Balances in life are precarious at times, we have
to stand to the side once in a while.

Stepping up and into the system of intelligence,
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