RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Taking short-cuts through life and ending up finding wrong turns and bringing us up short every time.
Following between footprints, searching for meaning that escapes me at all hours of night.
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Leaning sideways, keeping balance without falling or tipping over.
Wind blowing, catching hair, throwing it in many directions at once.
Tangling it in knots, as riding Harley's, falling in line on the road to highways of freedom and justice.
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Jumping to attention, filling in empty squares with thought
running in circular directions, keeping closely to rhetoric
and rhythmic rhymes.
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Striking chords with imagination, swiftly and accurately.
Precisely timing every measure exactly, focusing on tones of perfect pitch, treasuring their memories within, subconsciously.
Aware of a point of no return, playing with joy and fervor,
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Stationed in paths of discovery,
finding novel experiences as I
wend my way through reality.
Forming opinions and enlightening
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Taking moments from life's saddened exploits, replenishing my soul with brightened illumination from beyond.
Significant possibilities coming always into view, giving me beautiful interchanges to listen to as I write.
Sojournly, stepping around all the lonely ones of being as I make my way into lands of poetry beyond lifetime's boundaries.
Living life the way it should be lived on poetical rhymes of peace and delicate beauty.
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Water flowing, carrying away all disappointments of this day, giving me respite that's badly needed during this third hospital stay.
Giving in to beats of nature's rhythm, allowing peace to feed and nurture my soul from above.
Following pathways that curve in and out of forests and deserts, taking time to show me the mysteries of life that have been hidden so long.
Twirling happily, letting my soul dance to interior music and giving me solace to hold onto as I progress daily through life's trials and sufferings that are holding me back when I only want to move forward.
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Bursts of color sprinkled across the lawn of earth, standing prettily, faces turned up, watching passers-by.
Petal tresses arranged neatly in geometric forms around their heads.
Leaf hands held gingerly at their sides, then reaching skyward.
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Solo journeys through life are anticipated and enjoyed by some.
Those filled with an emptiness, those who are lonely, abandoned and at a total loss for companionship are the most at risk as they try and fail countless times.
Turning to drugs, alcohol, prostitution, just to fill the loneliness for short periods of time.
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Sinewy tendons reaching out, touching my mind with elastic prose. Keeping time with rhythms being played in unison with pictures spiraling on the screens within.
Sanctity, peace, and an overwhelming serenity giving off an aura of nature's beautiful sensuous desires.
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