RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Men and women sitting around a bar,
neon lights glaring overhead.

From an outside vantage point, seeing
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Lights folding over my head, lightly touching
the surface of my skin, unabrasively.

Gently appreciated as I write poetry, because
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Bartender clearing the glasses from the bar,
stools sitting emptily, alone.

Neon signs still glaring overhead, pool table
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Looking in the bar window, seeing a young bartender
stuffing handfuls of mints into his mouth, unaware
that anyone is watching.
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When you were born the world became brighter, life
became lighter, because now I had two sons instead
of just one.
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Falling to pieces, shattering echoes of a broken
heart heard round the world, as tears of abandonment
fill the immediate atmosphere of sorrow.
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Amazing beauty lies before me on a future horizon,
shining brightly in this mind, leading to the
right path.
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Investigating depths of inner thoughts, hibernating in my
subconscious mind, having a joyful time, sending many
vibrant ideas into intellect.
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Shadows softly creeping across silent fields of memories,
every once in a while, highlighting some to be used in
timeless verse.
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Taking notice of heartbeats, hitting chords of an inner
piano, playing many rhythms, normal or irregular.

Taking off into waves of another dimension where I can
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