RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Seeking a place in life where I can reside in innocent
pleasures of an exponential measure of time, being en-
lightened by rhythms as they twist and turn.
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Striding forward into a moonlit evening, loneliness walking
alongside, holding me back at times, crying out of an in-
tense sorrow that never wants to leave me interiorly.
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Touching emotions, taking me into jungles of yesterday,
being overgrown with timely and worn memories taking
life along passages of another place.
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Watching my Granddaughter coming into her own at last,
pushing through her shyness and quiet attitude, wanting
to bust out and find herself through music and rhythms.
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Like a locomotive, racing down tracks of music, leaving
life behind just to dance to rhythms of time, creating
steps into imagination where ideas are camouflaged.
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Wailing, thinking of a long lost love that left me long
ago, tripping down pathways of yesterday, hopelessly
looking for a way back.
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Reading through thoughts of intellect, touching their
meanings and definitions once thought about, suddenly
feelings start popping up.
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Retiring from life, wanting to hide away in corners of
darkness, living in silence and a quietness of nature
forever.
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Slipping and sliding into a vast atmosphere, soaring
and flowing above earth, seeing everything as it comes
into view.
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Younger once, leaving self in a capsule of time, touching
upon the sacredness of the Divine, lasting and energetic,
a blessedness of positive attitudes and moods.
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