RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reality is forming in corners of life, watching
us and how we react to it.

All of us have individual ways with dealing with
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Introducing elements of surprise when daydreaming,
like this morning when going to the senior center.

Suddenly an idea came to my mind about performing
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Reaching deeply into intellect, questioning the way
things are being done now with surgery and medical
technologies.
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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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Barreling along to the speed of sound,
riding individually together in a steel
container.
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