RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking lonely upon shore, thinking vaguely of why
you are here.

Not wanting anyone to intrude on your silent reverie
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Rocks lying on their backs under water, looking up into the
sky, ducks sleeping lazily, floating like toy sailboats on
the water.
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Following energy of Springstein, building to a crescendo
inside this mind, taking to outer edges of liberty and
freedom.
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Showing the rest of the world how life rolls along on waves
like those of oceans on earth.

At times calm, peaceful and beautiful, other times, raging,
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11: 29 a.m.
Writing into depths of this being, taking many
memories and images into the albums of a mind.
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Ready to start on another adventure through mine fields of
interior turmoil, testing the waters to see how hot they are.

Feeling an anger dwelling beneath the surface, bubbling hotly
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Lying before God, as helpless as a baby bird, mouth open,
waiting to be fed.

Breathing with difficulty, mouth dry, saliva overflowing,
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Altogether, friends are nice to have when they sincerely
care about you, being there, if even only through a note,
thought or call.
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Heavenly alms spread before us, all reminding each of us of
our duties here on earth.

Belonging and enjoying many facets of this world, thinking
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Having memories, I can't complain, birds flying past in
the skies, chirping, singing songs of evening tide.

Gentle breezes pulling at my hair and branches of trees,
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