RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Slowly moving, feeling tears form and leak within, not wanting to touch my heart for themselves.
Reliving yesterday, watching it recreate itself again on soft covered boring days, not knowing where to form itself again in the future.
Silently, quietly, adjusting every aspect to fit what never will fit in any alcove of life again.
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Guessing rhymes hidden in notes and beats, awaiting formulas to set them in.
Taken consecutively, they are belabored into poetry and left on window sills to be seen when ready and not until then.
Taking care not to rock the boat, yet keep rocking anyway and sailing into the sunset waylaid by the very frailty of the situation.
Slapping against minds with rhythm as it delicately senses the end.
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Rattling through a myriad of sorrows, trying to pull them apart and sort them into piles so as not to have to deal with them again.
Sorry about all sorts of things, giving many excuses, yet never hitting on any right one's to deliver in any type of consequence.
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Days go by, melting into melodies of past love, no longer shining for us anymore.
As star dust sprinkles down upon us, we search and move away from strangers in the dark, afraid to meet them, because of all the borrowed time spent - wasting time and never realizing that it is forever gone from us.
Love, if it is to be spent, must be held close to you, as you travel past highways alone.
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Collections of all things, illuminating the darkness are a valued possession in this time of injurious calamities.
Forcing the individual to accost many shadows, hiding in the vast sphere of tomorrow's excess, once they were extra pictures moving curtains.
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Pictures forming in interior albums,
held closely to hearts of blue sadness,
wanting only to carry on after loved ones die
and never have to face another day without them.
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Sensational patterns and designs forming in my mind, creating a maze of ingenuity.
Taking intellect and expanding it towards infinite imagination, quietly absorbing all that is contained within my senses and filling interior moods with the exquisite rhythms of poetical music.
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Savoring the closeness of a partner, as dancing together, two people contribute to romantic interludes.
Lending hopes to younger couples just starting out in marriage and
passing on the enlightenment of being one.
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Nature frolicking about, traipsing to music all it's own, being played for those attuned to hearing it's rhythms and tones.
Enlightened mosaics, touching my mind's piano and taking me down pathways of musical taste buds, letting me feast on the many beautiful directions life can bring me to.
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Calling to insides of beauty, taking everything in stride, calmly watching every motion without qualms or disturbances.
Behaving like a tiger hiding in secret jungles, never noticing the stagnation of anything around them.
Giving in to the expressions of reality, hoping to be addressed in lands of talented masterpieces of earth.
Allowing the smiles of forever to be penetrated from afar.
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