RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Following beats of a steady drum, proving that love
takes its place in musical rhythms even though no
one seems to verify it.
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Posters of yesterday hanging in the basement where no
one can ever really see them anymore, left to them-
selves they wilt, their petals falling to the floor.
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Living, but dead to the world, tired of hardship and its
suffering, needing a break from it all, wanting to be
normal once again, able to do what needs to be done.
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If everything disappeared today, would one still be
able to live, a thought of wondering always dangling
in this creative mind.
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Life lives in each of us, but circumstances tend to take
us into a living death that is very difficult to escape
from.
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Walking away, looking to nature and music to sooth this
interior spirit totally, watching a tree filled with
yellow blossoms.
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Dreaming of long-lost spaces in life, wondering if they
were ever filled in with another reality, senses in synch,
wanting to be recognized and expressed in poetry.
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Sliding through tears of past memories, mind skating
through them like the childhood memories they have
always been.
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Falling in love in later years is so complete, a sharing of
a combination of each of our lifetimes, standing the test
of time.
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Thinking through reality and imagination, finding common
ground in rhythms of a mathematical formula, flowing
freely into intellect.
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