RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Tender-hearted, gentle, filled with the pain of loss,
a man sensitive to ways a woman feels, an unconditional
love, holding promise for those who are in marriages
distraught with many failures of their husbands.
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Awake, alert, writing, having no urges to fall asleep just
yet, mind wandering down hapless lanes of hope and promise,
wanting to find directions in which to now go.
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Traveling across plains of India, seeing rice paddies every-
where, beautiful flowers and greenery stationing themselves
all across the land.
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Living through the darkness of this night, touching feelings
of sorrow that continue to glisten like diamonds in tears of
my heart.
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Balancing in the center of life, watching as it teeters
back and forth at times, wondering why it doesn't comp-
lately topple over.
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Light traveling within imagination, spreading it's essence
throughout intellect, filling it with knowledge and wisdom,
traveling great distances through such a small brain.
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Water splashing refreshingly onto my mind, awakening it
with pleasure, soothing and calming me interiorly, feel-
ing it's effects as my mind comes alert in India.
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Skyways of an entire country, alluring and enticing me
into it's heart of hearts, feeling beauty sending it's
effervescent love of everything into my being.
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Quietly tip toeing into another dimension, searching and
finding the sanity that I so deserve, plentiful, silent,
taking me into the interior spiritualty of my soul.
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Crossing and re-crossing pathways of memories throughout
life, remembering it all on photographic screens where I
live to write it all upon pages of poetry and music.
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