RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Surrounded by a watery jungle, enjoying the antics being
performed there.

Water gaily dancing and splashing at passers-by, gentle
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Tattered images of yesterday continue to flow within,
as priorities fall by the wayside, gathering dust like
drops of rain.
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Pagans of unrest settle on ocean waves, rising and ebbing,
eternally forgotten.

Unsubstantiated steps towards new horizons are halted,
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Reliving yesterday through memories, yet there is no
laughter, giggles or compassion to be heard, for videos
of memory have no sound at all.
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Walking through a forest of trees, at least that's
what I thought, instead it was a forest of what
looked like trees, but in reality were clarinets
standing upright.
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Having no lace to go when being in the ebony darkness of
hopeless despair, holding onto the hope and faith I was
born with.
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Lightening designs are mirroring back at me, reflecting
themselves onto photographic screens, depicting beauty
of an interior universe.
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Starting the day with a cold and icy desert morning,
wrapping m blanket tightly around me, looking out
the window.
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Living in a lightened atmosphere, wanting to find what-
ever is needed to become fulfilled in this earthly life.

There are too few things that fulfill this interior re-
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You've got to live your life fully, giving of yourself
for endeavors that will make a difference in this life
for others and not being selfish.
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