RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Timing our togetherness to a nanosecond, every moment
being accounted for, tenderly and quietly walking hand
in hand, talking.
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Walking down the streets of an interior life, going over
it's edges just to explore, curiosity getting the best
of me each time.
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Standing on the corner, watching wind blowing, scattering
leaves and litter in all directions, trees swaying in the
rhythms of nature.
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Joyful rhythms beating in my mind, tickling my fancy,
giving thoughts to ponder with a smile, waiting on a
moment of happiness watching me from afar.
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Slow and easy melodies flowing like curtains in a summer's
breeze, touching my mind lightly with their presence, find-
ing it's languid thoughts are coming into another dimension.
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Dark and bleak, roads leading nowhere, keeping everything
hidden in shadows, afraid to peek out and be shed, singing
songs of industrious thought in moments of time.
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Clouds of remorse hang overhead, dripping unceasingly
into my mind, saturating it with the weeping of sorrow's
open flood gates.
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Spreading across the threshold of eyesight, cloudy skies
shine in spite of the setting sun, serendipity proclaim-
ing a sotto voce above earthly compassionate reality.
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Today is a challenge to be met, but fear sets in and
takes a seat, wondering how to get through and not
fall prey to the sadness which always comes anyway.
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Forward moving, hanging onto moments of importance, now
believing in someone called God, knowing there can never
be anyone else in life.
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