RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Crashing and turning inward for answers that I am learning
and listening for.

Empty equations rising and falling apart as I continue to
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Stringing along, marching to an interior staccato beat,
enlivening my spirit and taking me beyond life's exit
doors.
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Light shines down from above, uncertainly, it sits upon earth,
waiting to be claimed before the hearth of love.
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While stars are searching heavenly shores, fantastic sequences
have begun - new days are born and life is hidden from view.

There are no postcards, nor letters to answer, for there are no
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Pressing sadness of remembering, vanquished, tattered,
unbearable, twilight vaporly steaming the view of the past.

Caught up in the heat of the moment, spent and left for dead,
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Towering above the recording of life, listening for the
quietness amid the loud turmoil of strife and hardship.

Taking all things together, siting out on another
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Awakening quiet thoughts within, music of Vivaldi saturates my
mind with saddened recollected calm, taking hold of heart and
soul, transporting me to outer regions of my mind, scanning all
that lies between.
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A dirge of summer's heat beats down upon my brow, causing me
to sweat profusely.

Walking many miles, counting none of them to while away the
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Dancing on shores of loneliness, inner sadness bounces
along upon waves of reckoning.

Motives drowning beneath the salty water, reprieve is no
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