RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Interior attitudes adjusting quietly unbeknownest to
anyone.
Sanguinely detached from outward motivational urges,
thoughtfully turning over, staying far away from
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Silently watching decrepit stances build in toward
situations beyond control.
Fluttering beyond recognition, beings float over
horizons of untoward goals.
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Rain sliding down window panes, deriving patterns of
nature from forms of downhill flow.
Calculating nondescript fortunes set aside for now,
protecting an interior sense of saddened loneliness,
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Working frustratingly slow, thinking of the poverty of
our souls.
Wantonly reaching degrees of safety far apart on
different horizons within.
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Life straddles many dimensions unknown to us
and our worlds.
Discoveries lie in wait, hoping to be found
out before the setting sun disappears for the
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Explosions of our populations are a non-existent
nomenclature.
Abhorring imaginary visions and images of people,
blowing up and exploding, is much to grotesque to
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What do clouds do when we speed through them?
Does our jet tear them - rip them apart?
Or do we flow uncomfortably through them -
never touching any part of their holistic
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Geometric patterns lining earth's
crust in regal colors, able to be
seen miles above, watching and
looking from a window on our jet.
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