RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Shallowly hurting by the images I grew up with and cling to all of my life.
Beseeching inner prayers, hoping to hear their answers before I fall into sorrow's deepest ocean, alone and forgotten.
Soul searching for a love lost long ago, unable to find the way back to it's enlightenment of yesterday.
No more answers to be given as love is laid to rest and forgotten beneath a slab of stone.
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Reaching for emotional contents, letting them flow, erupting into a puddle left on a sidewalk one day.
Sorrow spilling across the floor, as Sam plays his harmonica in grief of silent undertakings, ground to pieces of emptiness left alone in the dark.
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Mysteriously wondering on another dimension,
finding interesting items coming into visions
of exceptional curiosity.
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Taking turns exchanging voices through rhythm's melodies, extracting a variety of tones as they mesh with my heart.
Allowing the differences to come together, creating a new sound, titillating to every sense contained within conscious whispers.
Excavating everything, bringing it into the center of my world.
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Escaping the lime light, hiding out in a cafe
of undisturbed reticence.
Curling up in corners of musical composition
as lights are dimmed and fall asleep.
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Reflections of moonlight giving me pause,
hoping to ease myself onto shores,
leisurely finding the way into edges of
behavior, fitting for someone who loves
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Reaching for feelings I lost so long ago
when my parents died and left me an orphan.
Seething anger uncomfortably needling me within,
pushing me into depths of loneliness I don't want
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Dreaming of blossoms, throwing their
aromas into winds of my interior rhythm's,
causing a pilgrimage to begin in early
evening, in lands of contemplative mirrors.
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Tracing patterns into dense beats of rhythm,
forsaking everyday experiences just to be in
the midst of intense immersion.
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