RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Wasted breath, filling lungs of grief,
unable to breathe on their own.
Lasting only moments in time,
inhaling and exhaling have both stopped
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Broken branches lying in the park.
Dying on their sides amongst blades of grass
protecting them carefully and quietly as they
struggle for one last ounce of strength and
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Stars gazing from the heavens, penetrating the hard crust of earth.
Seemingly stalking the skies in round about ways, never staying in
one place.
Roaming always, never finding peace or solace, pretending to
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Watching myself slip and fall, breaking into many fragments,
unrecognizable to all.
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Walking down a brick paved lane, looking into
restaurants and cafes along the way.
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Mirages of life form before me,
creating a mystic formula into
which I carefully step.
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Music is tantamount to life,
exercising and energizing even
the worst moods on any day.
Calculating, precise, rhythmic
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Patchwork thoughts bind together creating
a pattern for living long and happy.
Both ideas form adjacently, blending ideals
and puzzles into fractious bewilderment.
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Mystery sliding into facets of etudes,
written and selected for penetrating
seriousness and solid wisdom.
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Wanting to take nature into my arms for an eternity,
always being soothed by it's beauty and placated by
the serenity it emits throughout my mind.
An honor placed upon me, as writing, I express
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