RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Looking out a window, seeing pure white staring back
at me.
Unlike snow upon the ground, here there are no shiny
sparkles glowing quietly with distinction.
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Covered in sand-colored sleep, tired from this heavenly
journey of sisterly love.
Holding preciously beautiful moments of family life
cupped within memories of my soul.
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As we shake, rattle and roll through the skies,
our descent is imminent.
Eyes crossing skies in pale misty excrement,
holding closely only to air currents invisible
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Billowing recognition vies to
catch us off guard when seeing
someone we know and can't
remember who they are.
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Candlelit music voicing
melody's opinions, taking
notes and creating etudes
of longevity.
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Leaves dancing in the wind, whispers floating on noon
air, being blown about by statues standing rigidly on
top sides of the Orpheum.
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Sending silent messages with a clarity of unknown
detachment.
Swallowing endeavors beyond latent territories,
sending them adrift into a wild orange time.
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Individual qualities shine in some people, helping
them become a success in life.

People always around them, wanting to be near by,
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Not wanting to think anymore, there's nothing else
to say, absent mind, empty heart, tears flowing,
just sitting alone and isolated.
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Necessary changes in our government need to be dealt
with, addressed and given solid solutions to problems
we are having all over the world.
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