RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reading books that flash into my mind, expanding
knowledge all the time.

Countless words spoken, always remembered when
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Scanning hazy horizons filled with smog, squinting to
see South Mountain in the distance.
It appears to be a big gray blue, hardly recognizable.
Too many freeways built in this city, choking off it's
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Cars running through, take me to destinations unknown
or imagined, while sitting here and working.
Feeling a breeze against my mind, blowing thoughts
about, enjoying peace-filled moments within myself.
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Dated remembering standing aside, waiting for imagery
and connection to bubble up from a sleepy subconscious
mind.
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Building sand castles within,
intricate details placed complacently so.

Digging lofty ideas, piling them into
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Caking together, layers of ignorance, striking a match
and watching freedom of deliverance rise above us in
smoke.
Always striving to outdo authority, end up instead
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Italian in me cries out to an Italian family who helped
our family out when we had no where to go.
Took us into their own home - all eight of us at the
time.
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Floating through mazes of memories, touching sadness
and grief, reluctantly hesitating, tiptoeing across
images aligned in sorrow.
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Running down the highway away from life and it's
devastating requirements, heading into a misty fog,
gray and bleak, disappearing without a trace into
clouds of remorse.
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Filtering through ancient dreams, alighting on the
frailest probability of reality, standing apart
from a world of incriminating people.
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