RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Within every brown bush and tree
lingering in desert's brown hues,
lies potential when heaven rains
down turning them green.
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Thousands of miles above land, feeling inner freedom
growing like a head wind.
Complacently mild, scanning countrysides with
considerable vision.
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Interior attitudes adjusting quietly unbeknownest to
anyone.
Sanguinely detached from outward motivational urges,
thoughtfully turning over, staying far away from
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Silently watching decrepit stances build in toward
situations beyond control.
Fluttering beyond recognition, beings float over
horizons of untoward goals.
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Rain sliding down window panes, deriving patterns of
nature from forms of downhill flow.
Calculating nondescript fortunes set aside for now,
protecting an interior sense of saddened loneliness,
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Working frustratingly slow, thinking of the poverty of
our souls.
Wantonly reaching degrees of safety far apart on
different horizons within.
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Life straddles many dimensions unknown to us
and our worlds.
Discoveries lie in wait, hoping to be found
out before the setting sun disappears for the
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Every time I see your face across my mind, life
whispers it's silent good-byes, as it takes leave
of all senses and drifts deeply into imagination's
abysses.
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Touching soothingly, heart strings of sorrowful music
being played within at any given moment in time.

Life stranded on outsides of subconsciousness, shadows
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