RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

A peaceful feeling throughout, settling within as
Cactus Country's music fills the atmosphere.

Tantalizing rhythms delicately fulfill with
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Looking out the window
at a rain-stilled sky.

Not a breeze in the air
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Early morning coffee, waking to a new day
with no expectations in sight.

Just playing by ear, being spontaneous as
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Watching horizons, feeling them overtake me within,
curbing my appetite for life and all of it's
misgivings.
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Watchful eyes, taking in scenery with an open mind,
enjoys it's sensory, magical effects on my brain.

Soaring above language, gathering musical scores as
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Gathering dust, putting off needless things I no longer
want to do, but suppose at some time I must.

Reaching out, pressing against my mind, creativity sends
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Debri of a tree's lifetime fallen beneath it's trunk
and branches onto the brown hard dirt, capturing it
all and making patterns if one were to look down.
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Life is at a standstill, deficient, unable to handle
daily routines with any energy whatsoever.

Racking emotions with heart-rending dissatisfaction,
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A rose by any other name wouldn't bear the pain of a lifetime
within such a fragile framework.
Abusive husband, tantamount to a dictator, yet he should have
been loving, compassionate, caring, to such a gentle woman.
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Despair layered on top of itself for years,
a grief hidden behind laughter and a sweet
disposition from childhood.
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