RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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Still silent, yet moving on, lifting spirits into an
interior motive as I go through life with my eyes for-
ward.
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Riding through deserts filled with a lonely emptiness that
takes me into a peaceful restless state of mind.

Standing back, watching as everyone passes me by, leaving
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Riding roughshod through life, not wanting to speed up
or slow down, sliding into realms of another life that
used to be.
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Sitting on banks of the Delaware river once upon a time
when much younger, watching the water flow by, ducks
floating downstream nonplussed and contented.
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Intrigued with very intense and rapid rhythms, lolling
behind tempos, trying not to catch up, sating an intense
appetite that keeps growing.
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