RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Settling into an evening of poetical musing
and writing, enjoying beats of rhythms that
constantly take this mind away.
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Tired of listening to people being abused by others,
there is no sense to it at all, yet some beat others
with mental and verbal abuse.
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Enjoying a pleasant environment here at the center,
on the parks and rec side where children are attend-
ing a summer camp.
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Blank walls staring back at life within, inserting an
imaginational reality into play, finding wonder and
beauty incessantly.
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Exercising the power of a mind, finding strength there
that's indomitable and unafraid of anything.

A serious yet delectable wonder of life and love in this
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Looking out my hospital window, I see puddles of rain formed across the desert.
Brown desert dirt being flooded, because the ground can't absorb any more heavenly water.
So calm and beautiful, yet desolate and forlorn, much like me inside, sitting alone in this room, listening to Chopin, wishing I could be home writing.
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Stretching outwardly, finding no way to proceed without a friend.
Such anger has turned into the saddest portrayal of memories that
once used to be happy and filled with joy.
Forsaking everyone, taking off for other dimensions on the other
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Climbing and crossing desert mountain
terrain beneath black and gray storm
clouds.
Waiting to prey upon unsuspecting
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Lost, a stranger in a familiar world,
unable to connect or become a part of it.
Struggling to participate, failing
consistently without any effort.
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Rhythms bouncing off my brain,
catching in my mind like flies on jelly.
Procuring novel issues standing alongside
temporary folders of past messages,
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