RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Transfixed, watching nature grow before me
as I wonder about symmetry and balance.
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Stopping, rhythmically pronouncing melodies with accents
of innate dialects, encased in spirits of talented whispers.
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Settling back, letting things flow by as I watch them pass.
Feeling a sadness, because I realize that no one understands
who I am or why I write incessantly.
They just say, Hi, not wanting to talk, thinking I'm too
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Chance of a lifetime coming up,
meeting Bruce Jenner and getting
a picture taken with him.
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Leafless patterns, gathering above in my line of sight,
opening up, allowing me to see a cessna flying across
the skyway of my mind.
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Bark falling helplessly
from the trunk of a tree.

Kicked by teenagers in
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A deluge of rain pouring into imagination,
drowning my appetite for solitary confinement.

Leaving me in an unweaving basket of solemn
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Solace attempts to bring peace to my heart
and joy to my soul.

Partaking of beautiful prose, mindful of
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Tangled webs of desire twang heartstrings in reminiscence
of yesterday.

Calming effects, strumming my mind with their icy fingers,
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