RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reality staring into space, wondering why humans don't
like to face it throughout life, continually turning
from it, preferring lies and fantasy to it's truth and
honesty.
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In the night, studying nature, rose petals falling
into the darkness, being blindly stepped upon as
people stroll by on pathways.
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Dancing into an evening sunset, shadows deepening, life
coming to a standstill as activity becomes tired and is
put away quietly and carefully into cupboards of nothing-
ness.
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Blankets covering evening with quiet solace and beginnings
of contemplation, a fullness, an essence, opening up it's
blossoms to fresh scents of nighttime air.
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Timid and shy, avoiding crowds and parties full of those
wanting to talk and drink with each other.

Preferring only the solace of lonely abandonment where
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Stepping onto lines of tomorrow, following them with an
innate knowledge as to where they are headed.

Dreams and visions having been guarded well, not allowing
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Gentle, joyful, contented, a morning filled with strife
in the beginning.

Going to a pool tournament with my husband, and a friend,
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Respecting others is tantamount to communication and
treating others as they should be treated.

Dreaming of a world filled with peace, yet seeing
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Wondering at the rudeness in people of power, thinking
they are better than those they are supposed to be
serving.
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Loving living, looking at people who look right
through people, not knowing them, yet treating
them badly on purpose.
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