RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Lasting sentiments flowing into streams of life,
following paths through forests of imagination.

Listening to sounds of nature as they fulfill
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Drops of salted tears fill oceans with their sorrow,
emptying the loneliness left within when you were
taken by death.
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Prisms scattering colors of the rainbow throughout
the room and across the dance floor.

People dancing and enjoying their time all together
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Waves crashing upon sandy shores of interior jungles
filled with tremendously fierce wildlife.

Scouring the underbrush for messages coded in rhythms,
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Scathing and wracking against rhythms of tomorrow,
living in tempos of another lifetime.

Searching for effervescent liveliness hidden within
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Reverberations of sound touching me interiorly, giving
vibrations a turn at giving beauty to sensations.

Bubbles of emotion being filled with sanguine epistles
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Straightening lines of interior rhythms, hanging them
on lines of imagination, finding the tantamount chances
in life that challenge death on it's own doorstep.
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Watching a dear and close friend as he lies sleeping,
breathing evenly, resting peacefully and contentedly.

Looking upon his face, seeing a life of wonder and
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Life stretching along highways of sorrow,
living in an abandoned ghost town.

Nothing to be done, but suffer in this
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This heart being broken again and again, it's shards
falling within, cutting me relentlessly.

Nothing to be done about it, for the love held closely
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