RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Receding into the background, hoping to disappear from
sight, living on edges of another time, wishing to be
back there again.
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Memories of old come unbidden to mind
when music awakens them with notes in time.

Realizing that they are being thought of
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Our Dad, a Naval World War II vet and hero, Father and Grandpop, died last night.
At eighty three, he fulfilled his life's mission with
seven daughters and one son.
A life always filled with spontaneity and unending work.
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Forces of destiny play their parts in our minds
and hearts, taking us by the hand to unknown
parts of our world, physically and emotionally.
Curbing our desires, our innate spirits take
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Knowing nothing of what is going on, yet I am not trusted by one I love.
Tangling up my mind like ivy growing wild, there is no sense in being meek and mild.
Everyone else is allowed to have free will, when I try - I am despised.
Forever sending away things which are held dear - noting everything is carried away by other people's dreams -
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Sitting here amid ghosts of time, watching them roam around,
looking for what they have lost.

Past memories looming in their minds, each one wanting to
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Being fulfilled interiorly, tasting the joy of
life through writing of it.

An appetite that is growing constantly throughout
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Thinking sadly, feeling melodies soaking feelings
and emotions deeply within.

Rhythms touching and emanating visions of life that
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Lively and full of energy, rhythms are beating throughout
my being, feeling so good, energized in a vibrant and en-
livening way.
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Altogether, holding onto words of life as I listen and watch
attentively, folding everything into memory and intellect,
wonderful and tantalizing inspiration capturing my attention
without any effort whatsoever.
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