RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Jumping, dancing, enjoying music and talking with one
another at circular tables - all being done at Embassy
Suites Volunteer dinner.
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Swinging, swaying, creating another lasting memory
synapse in my brain to recall another time in the
future.
Feeling abidingly serene as every moment builds
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Sentiments surrounding minds of silent beings,
transporting them into realms of yesterday's life
with family and friends.
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Sullenly thinking as life passes by, reminding me of
it's haste into the near future.
Wanting to reach out and grab it, slow it down,
doesn't work, because it has already raced past
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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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