RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Lonesome morning, nothing to live or hope for, a
time, a moment that just is.

Waiting for something to materialize, hoping for
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Solemn, gently listening to my heart beat, not wishing
to do much more than that, except write about what I
am feeling and experiencing, because it's so weird and
unlike me.
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Registering deftly within, finding nothing going on,
taking up a pen, writing, waiting for something to
turn up.
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Believing in love and faith, hoping to continue to do
so all my life.

Entering an interior contemplation, finding God always
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Just sitting, thinking, pondering problems the whole
world is having.

Speaking up on the side of justice and truth, never
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Walking alone, along edges of the horizon, watching the
ocean rise and fall within me.

Taking a lifetime into mind, seeing it like a video once
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Stepping in and out, being apprehensive at times,
but always moving forward anyway.

Touching aspects, picking them apart, trying to
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Sensing a silent sorrow growing within, drawing tears
from an ever-growing pool of sadness within, watching
it quietly being nurtured by events and loss in this
earthly life.
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Writing about nothing except sadness, sorrow,
loneliness, abandonment, feeling them erupting
within, because I have not talked nor heard
from you in so long.
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Falling within, finding a space where I can be alone
and think.

Wanting nothing but peace and serenity, two things I
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