RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Silence filling hearts during the Christmas season,
when loved ones have passed away.
Empty stares, looking back at past times now gone,
barely alive during this normally cheerful time of
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Saturating memories with poignant emotions,
picturing them over and over in many videos.
Overtures of imagination crashing onto shores
of intellectual desire and effrontery in life.
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Walking across the floor, our friend, wanting to
move to the beat and tempo of the music being
played, attempting it half-heartedly and then
giving up.
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Standing in the light of an early afternoon, thinking and
pondering life as it is today, wondering why it has turned
around and is now promoting evil and destruction, why is
it I wonder.
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Window images walking in and out of visual acuity
as I sit and gaze at nature from inside.
A gentle breeze puffing at tree leaves and branches,
allowing them a sensuous freedom of movement for a
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Remunerations of life stand out against a backdrop of trials
and tribulations, tempting with repugnant situations.

As I travel through distinct measures of love, many travesties
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Entering a zone, filled with loud rocking music,
sating my soul, easing my mind as our future steps
onto the next shore of life.
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Solemnly in synch, dancing across my mind, feeling
time-altering mechanisms move and gyrate within.

Collecting visions of subconscious imaginings and
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Conquering steps towards maturity, an uphill climb, is a
difficult task to undertake.

Watching what is said, to whom it's being said, not
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Taking little steps backward, remembering with a clarity,
conversations from the past.
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