RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Watching life grow through glass clear mirrors,
hoping for chances to become known and taken.
Whistling down shattered glass paths, being
cut and bleeding along the way, frantically
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Willing partners standing on corners, awaiting busses
to destiny's unknown.
Hampering life, utilizing nothing of importance, always
beleaguering muted points of view.
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Standing by warrant waysides, betraying inner realms
with tantalizing imagination.
Worthily looking askance, passing open doorways with-
out backward glances.
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Jumping, spinning, being real to the tune of beats
pounding rhythms into the atmosphere so everyone
can enjoy polka music.
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Scripting our journeys in lapses of time,
as we ride roller coasters of our life.
We comprehend decisions made in haste,
believing they were the right choices at
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Crystals of alignment dangling in my mind, touching
bells of my soul, pealing with laughter and joy,
anticipating a better new year than the years before.
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Quickly beating in the atmosphere, fastly turning
around, creating a joyful picture of the elderly
dancing in rainbows of smiles and beats.
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Imagination plays it's part well in minds of musical
delight, putting out songs, grasping melodies with
our ears.
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Status symbols of elliptical progress satiating
appetites of acquittal.
No romance or glory facing buildings of steel.
Only our inner thoughts as we look at what they
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Multifaceted people, gathering together, talking,
getting to know one another.
Practical oneness beginning and ending conversations.
Starting to portray a pattern to follow, attempting
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