RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Following pathways laid down
in desert sands.

Closely adhering to desert
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In depths of this soul and being all particles are
slowly turning and rearranging themselves for the
coming of maturity's end.
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Filled with anxiety over not having a place to live after
this week, tears down hope and joy, replacing them with
doubt and fear.
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Life is cornered in a circle,
no where to travel except in
it's own circumference.
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Looking at frosted glass with a
sense of beyond, feeling there
is more to know.
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Not wanting to stop, just erase what I'm going through.

Taking time, dawdling in the exterior parts of life's
memories of the future.
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Staring through curtains of life, looking back at what has
always been had.

Turning away, not caring to look and yet, seeing what has
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Softening the lights, letting sadness take center stage,
developing thoughts with beats of a drum, keeping pulses
moving with drum rolls down the streets of interior
attitudes.
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Silent, still Monday morning, clouds filling
the sky overhead.

Trance-like qualities filling without, letting
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Desert trees beckoning from the side of the highway,
waving hello, gently, with help from a morning wind,
flowing through the atmosphere.
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