RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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Looking into reflections of a painting, seeing an exit
sign and wanting to go through it and out of life and
all insurgent problems that it causes.
Reflecting on the peace that can be mine alone, finally.
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Thinking and talking of yesterday most days,
because in mind they were better than what
I'm living through today.
Cautiously walking, nonplussed, being
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Rasping against my mind like a guitar out of tune,
hurting intellect with it's noisy distribution of
inert sounds.
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Ivories telling stories of musical happiness,
relating memories of yesterday's images.
Touching visions of relative compassion through-
out lifetimes of realistic endeavors.
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Like waves swaying with an innate rhythm of life,
our hearts beat to a rhythm in sync with an interior
behavior.
Always seeking truths of reality beyond our sight,
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