RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Empty courtyard, flag waving in a morning breeze.
Silently awaiting the coming barrage of people
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Images staring through the ages, teardrops glistening on
faces of memories pasted solidly in my photographic mind.
Folding in, abounding thoughts float on future horizons,
while I sit and reminisce alone in an old rocking chair.
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Tingling notes finding their way into memories of long ago,
blocking tiredness of a day's long journey.
Filtering mind-bending escapes as they escalate higher,
focusing on dead end roads without a vehicle to turn around in.
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Stepping into many thoughts,
crunching and scattering them
like leaves in a storm.
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Beating staccotely to an inner rhythm,
focusing itself into my brain with it's
lively beat and fascinating effect upon
thoughts, conjugating in abysses of
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Watching visions start and stop in succession
as they transport me to another country deeply
held inside.
Crossing words, issuing feelings to coincide
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Circuitous routes of ambivalence pirouette,
encircling circumscribed attitudes of
lightened knowledge.
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Delving into pockets of clay, shaping new ideas,
forming their identities along the way and
producing novel lines of imagination on the way.
Solitary pieces of puzzles always beginning and
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Never far beyond a thought, always on the brink of a
new poetical discovery, naming feelings and images
of life's exhausting embrace.
Deadened limbs, holding yet, fruits of nature with
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Desert rainstorms falling upon arid plains,
awaiting long drinks of water.
Odors of creosol fill the atmosphere,
absorbing all smells and smog in the air.
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