RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Swinging through nature, feeling limbs and branches as
I hold onto them for moments while climbing trees of
imagination.
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Tingling inside, finding a new sensation building ever higher
into the realms of peaceful indignation, coming to a close at
the ending of each period of substance within.
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Going back to a place frequented daily in the past saddens
us, memories are happy, yet instantly bring tears to our
eyes, because they are no longer alive.
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Watching my Aunt sitting at the kitchen table, so fragile, so
small, steeped in sorrow.

Concentrating on eating her enchiladas, eyes cast down upon
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Grapes hanging from vines of my mind, reminding me of
younger days filled with family and love.
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Matches of fire, held in hands of ice,
letting go of an inner life, walking away.

Tossing the blazing sticks of fire into
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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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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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