RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Wanting to yell and scream, rant and rave - throw a temper
tantrum, instead, sitting here as if already interred within
my grave.
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Sudden death quietness descends upon earth, as the moon
throws a blanket over the sun to blot out the day.

Vocalizing sounds throughout the day, nature has now
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Life grows endlessly in a dream, reality allows just one
moment at a time to be seen.

Incongruent demarcation is a constant revelation unseen
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Taking in stride, the appalling lack of coordination and
feelings of helplessness.

All the wonder and fun dispersed because of a lapse in
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Elderly frailty needing a rest, an elderly gentleman
sits on the edge of a potted tree.

Quietly talking, smiling, nodding, looking so cute
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Listening to an Editor from Writer's Digest, a boring
interlude, mind strays, eyes wander to the ceiling.

Glistening jewels hanging above, capturing my mind,
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Comma. Comma. Comma.

Never begin a poem with a comma.
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When the light of blue recreation alights upon my mind,
I play tantalizing games within my soul.

Rearranging whatever happens to be stagnating, causing
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Listening to the sounds of evening,
watching it's colors change from
rainbow to black.
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Stunning upheavals falling into places of jovial
circumstances where they don't belong.

Taking away the beauty of precious moments mounted
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