RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Silence filling my empty heart with an electric
sadness that shocks me to the core of my being.

Lost and alone in jungles of remorse and sorrow,
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Pages of turmoil being written through this entire life,
lions roaring in my mind, wanting to escape this cage of
strife.
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Stars twinkling above, sounds of silence throughout
the night touch intellect with the tinkling of their
brightness.
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Focusing on rhythms of interior beginnings,
watching them as a kaleidoscope changing
patterns and designs automatically and
unendingly.
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Injurious memories, creeping around, ashamed to come
to the surface, yet pulling them up anyway.

Letting the light of day shine upon them, disclosing
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Raising expectations, knowing that they will be met in
time, allowing an internal spirit to open and blossom.
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Watching pool players, sometimes sensing the essence of
one or another of them.
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Steady as a rock beneath the rapidly flowing rivers
crossing over it, thinking through a keen clarity of
precision and beauty.
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Clamoring for attention, nature is putting on a wonderful
show in the outdoors.
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Tripping down paths, watching, leaving reminders
of images set in visions of inner mind's intellect.
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