RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Developing attitudes of confusion, toting them about,
being disillusioned throughout the day.

Bruised beyond comprehension, startled into a reverie
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Satin pillows resting my head, relaxing my body,
taking away all stress.
Combing my mind with exacting allusions, keeping
time with sensuous intuitions of rhymes.
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Shaking salt over wounds of yesterday, breaking them open again and again.
Tuning into a special sadness which also holds within it,
joy of yesterday.
Hoping and wishing to go back in time, knowing it can
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A very difficult request to fulfill, being human,
yet I rejoice in the fact that Mom and Dad are
together.
Mom has waited many years for this reunion with
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Tired of living a long life, filled with happiness, joy, suffering, sorrow.
Taking steps to meet it every day - even when not wanting to.
Pasting a smile on a face of grief, dancing with others, putting on a brave front for everyone around.
Deeply inside, fraught with an emptiness that just won't go away or ease up.
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Stranded in a life I want no part of, attempting to find reasons for living.
There aren't any to be found.
Death beckons, sending brilliant lights taunting inner memories to flow out.
Tension building, stretching, looking for a way to ease the pain.
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Raring to go, settling into moods of fun, life begins to entice people into pools of awakening on dance floors.
Enjoying stepping into patterns of polka music, reliving
days of younger times.
Beautiful dreams of yesterday, living in arms of dancers
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Blowing my mind like a clarinet touching my soul,
awakening musical talents waiting silently inside.
Enveloping sounds, holding them closely, listening
to their tones with perfect pitch, relaxing to
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