RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sulkily, lazily, rocking gently, listening and watching
people dance easily across the room.
Harmonica playing loudly, as melodies flow into the
atmosphere, catching our ears on it's way.
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Lonesome days, trodding through my mind, giving me
empty thoughts that clutter intellect.
Just wanting to be free of the empty loneliness and
abandonment would be great, but what would take the
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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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Sweetened music touching my mind's ears with delight.
Softening daily stress with it's enigmatic prose and
exacting measurement.
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Quietly silencing stress of life with pockets of
decisiveness and rational ideals.
Anger gently wallowing, being pushed beneath the
day's struggles.
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Sitting on yesterday's porch, rocking back and forth,
conversing with family and friends.
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Hiding beneath a cloak of life, peering out once
in a while, noticing that nothing ever really
changes.
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Jumping from motionless waves of wisdom onto rolling
waters, rapidly traveling downstream to their deaths
over waterfalls of current.
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