RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Pouring over thoughts, running through my mind,
looking closely at their images.
Scanning them from beneath and behind to make
them more interesting on different levels and
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Lazily sitting back, taking token breaks
as I wallow in satire and mirth.
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Romping easily to a waltz playing in my mind,
enjoying it's laid back melody as I strum
chords of my heart with it's rhythm.
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Secretly hiding within,
riding on clouds of interior identity.
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Tears of remembering, hiding just within reach,
not wanted right now.
Yet, they somehow keep insisting on showing
themselves.
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Pathways to freedom are fraught with male individuals
trying to block the way.
Standing about, yelling, cursing, making cutting remarks,
tearing apart the very fabric of a woman's being.
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Sitting back, watching trees and flowers growing on a picture
on the wall.
Beautiful orange blossoms hanging from the frame, spreading
their imaginative fragrance throughout a room of creativeness.
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Alone in a vast desert, sitting, staring, from a distance
at an ancient ruin.
Contemplating the years, swiftly flowing past, huddled in
a shadow, away from life's storms.
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Walking down an autumn road, filled with the aftereffects of
a rainstorm, kicking at wet leaves lying upon the ground.
Searching the skies for questioned replies - hearing only
the quiet death of spring.
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What lies behind faces of man?
Is there ever any truth emitted from their lips?
Staining everyone else's ears with their deceit and hard-kept
secrets.
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