RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Music playing, rhythms flowing in measures of time
as the desert grows within it's sacred melodies,
cacti listening, leaning towards the music.
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Living within a bluened atmosphere, quietly enjoying it's
presence in my life as I thank God for giving it to me.

Silence penetrating my soul with it's golden treasures,
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Noticing shadows of angles lying upon walls surrounded by
sunlight, showing off darkened contours, watching as the
sun moves higher, changing patterns of the angles.
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Running smoothly, efficiently, like a swiss watch,
the office maintains a rhythmic work pace.

Everything orderly, set in place, helps the students
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Panacea of life floats throughout ages on the pretense of
thoughtful knowledge.

Not knowing nor caring of whence it came, battling itself
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There came a time in life when you must decide whether
or not to go on.

It is a moment of great thought provoking decisions
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Shading the destinies of man, life continues it's journey
towards death, there are no havens along the way, no
thoughts or desires.
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Life waves itself gently in the path of vision,
sometimes it is a past vision, other times future.

There are many thoughts, ideas, concepts, woven
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Love exists only in a person's mind.

If this were not so, he would not know
it's meaning.
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Blowing wind raked itself through my body, tearing apart
insides, scattering little bits of truth and knowledge,
causing them to rearrange themselves into a bedlam of
confusion.
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