RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Singly marching to an inner beat, finding steps in synch
through measures of life, giving ideas a staccato beat.

Qualifying and putting everything into coded sequences,
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Catching glimpses now and then of the man I married,
more often than not these days he's hidden behind a
dark cloud of dementia.
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Joyfully writing many expressions of love and desire as life
finds fulfillment in both, tracing our love through passages
of time and back again.
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Growing pains elicited in beginnings of love growing interiorly,
shyly, hiding it's feelings silently, one day finding the heart
that matches their own.
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Rising into occasions of belief and spirituality, letting them
regulate the way we think, our hearts beating in time with our
innocence and purity of the child within.
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Treasuring and cherishing the innocence and purity of
being a virgin at the age of twenty-seven, never ever
wanting anything to take that away.
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Charades being spoken silently as crimson and clover roll
over and over in a steady rhythm throughout the night,
bringing back feelings felt from years ago.
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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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