RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Looking into a mirror in front of me, watching trees
bend and bow, being blown and tossed about freely.

Watching it's leaves wildly jumping about, no way of
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Walking into the courtyard, looking at all the cacti,
feeling a little exhilarated, knowing that they are
alive and breathing like life is supposed to be.
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Foaming waters traveling around rocks, peering from under
the river's water, not able to go rushing downstream with
the rapids streamlining forward.
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Tears falling under midnight skies, scrapping against
the rawness of newly acquired abandonment.

Carelessly gave trust away and have been badly hurt
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A burden of grief hangs quietly, keeping me hidden
from those who want to talk.

Misty-eyed, alone, afraid to reach through the
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Silencing effects of rhythms, centering in my mind as
flattened notes flow past on aged beats in time.
Once again drumming situates itself in deepened ends
of my mind's wells, drinking spiritually from depths
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Swinging, falling in love all over again,
an elderly couple dancing, holding one
another closely.
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Poverty steps into the future, bringing with it the past
and all it's present moments.
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Strings being pulled along my heart and mind,
touching lightly, reminders of long ago.

Reaching into depths of quiet solitude,
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