RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Mephitical thoughts screaming in agony, killing slowly,
images not good enough to last the test of time.
Procumbent ideas lying upon a rock of indecision,
hoping to be chosen in a pompous style of reformation.
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Balancing reality while traveling imagination's byways
is fascinating on a contemplative plain.
Lively conversations banter through afternoon silence,
never disturbing life's anticipation.
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Time wears on, never showing it's age, except in wrinkles
upon aging skin.

Where are times of special quality hiding? We seem to have
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Looking sideways into the future, seeing it's ending
not too far ahead.
Light shining, illuminating it's serenity and beauty.
Unfolding fragrant scents for times to come, bowing
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Lying never-endingly upon a mattress, face up, staring at whatever comes within view.
Moving arms, legs, and head just to relieve aching back and muscles.
Thinking about all that has gone on, wondering how much longer this bed will be a part of you.
Tubes and needles being put in or taken out, leaving behind bruises and pain.
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Like the missing puzzle piece no longer fitting in the
picture, am I.

Never fitting or belonging anywhere, always alone, a
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Belief in God is an interior peace, a motive to be
the best you can be, without doubt nor fear.
Sounds of life cover slowly, our lifetimes with
spiritual serenity, even on darkest days of silence.
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Taking into account many moments of life, we are stranded in
a limited timeless sphere.
Death takes us out of this limited space and allows us to
continue unendingly through our souls and spirits.
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Developing attitudes of confusion, toting them about,
being disillusioned throughout the day.

Bruised beyond comprehension, startled into a reverie
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