RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Crossroads enter mind images now and then,
adding elements of adventure to experiences
containing some enjoyment over the years.
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Bending, swaying, taking in every nuance and step of rhythm on floors of dancing.
Choosing parties of movement, taking motion to depths of ocean abysses, standing on edges of everlasting tides.
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Wines flowing from somewhere in the atmosphere above, loosening tongues quickly with expert tenacity.
Secrets told and spread about, chastising those in the wrong, praising all others for being themselves and having truth buried within wherever they go.
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Tackling problems through an intellect of choice, selecting many purposes to alleviate past hurts and develop them into future hope and dreams until midnight's of life come to pass.
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Contentment sitting on faces of elderly chorus members,
singing at a pace of serenity.
Totaling measures of years, placing them in songs of
yesteryear.
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Rationalizing life with unending excuses for not living it fully and using every iota of talent to make earth a better place for all mankind.
Using purposes fully, recognizing the potential in everyone, standing together and being considerate of all those you meet along the way.
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Silently wishing to meet a friend along the way.
To make the trip not so lonely, I pray.
Sometimes prayers aren't answered, as alone,
we go our way.
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Entering dimensions beyond my sphere of life,
liking moments spent in contemplation.
Listening attentively to beings beyond my sight
on the other side of death.
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Supporting life through many devices of creativity,
painting, art, music, writing.
Taking them altogether and building on their ingenuity,
designing mosaics of talent for future happiness.
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Bereavement filling me with it's presence, angering me with it's feelings and meanings of death.
Focusing on loved ones, wishing they were still here, feeling intensely, their absence, crying into many twilight evenings, alone in
familiar places.
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