RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Drumming along, strolling down lightened pathways
of frosted pastimes.
Viewing every particle of nature within spiritual
eyes, taking advantage of it's effect on calming
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Incessantly sending love throughout our lives, caring about someone special is very difficult when they're ill for a long time.
Waiting is unbearable, yet the one lying in bed is too sick to comprehend.
Mind boggling, patience wears extremely thin, how much thinner for the patient though.
Tired, weak, out of sorts, wanting to go home, hospital life being such a bore.
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Smashed, the eyesight of my seeing.
Cracked in many places, crawling like a spider web across my eyes.
Once knowledge stood out in the open, now it lies back, pleading for obscurity.
Separating ideas, fragmented from within, tell-tale signs of curiosity are forbidden from certain points of view.
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Clouds piled thick in my mind -
floating lightly over thoughts which are tucked safely inside.
Waiting patiently in the lobby of distant ideas, time creeps
by as frozen sheets of ice thicken - turning everything into
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Tossing down balls of math onto patios of
resourcefulness.
Testing mercurial distances on verges of
a certain timelessness, again watching
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Nervous anticipation quivering with the unknown frailty
of life's borders.
Keeping watch, seeing shadows float by, gently touching
memories of a past universe.
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Day has come, evenings gone to bed without reservation.
Twenty-four hours await the arrival of wonder and
placement of thought.
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What is left after death?
Pictures, images of things you did, people you were with.
Deep sadness expressed in tears, voice choked with sorrow.
Life for you has ended and somehow I am expected to go on?
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Melodies collide and jump, leaping about my mind,
secretly sacred, blessed beyond any doubt - the
beauty I see and hear inside.
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