RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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Loving to have fun, enjoying every moment of laughter,
teasing and love of another, touching upon the beauty
of nature and it's effect on our beings.
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Being tantalized by rhythms of music, taking me into an
atmosphere of beauty where I can be free and independent,
nothing or no one to bother or hurt me.
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When I thought you were mine, life was being lived in a
heaven for only we two, now knowing the truth, there's
no love emanating from your heart for me.
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Wondering how life could have progressed this far in
sixty-five years, having a lifetime of experiences
all in one being.
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