RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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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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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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Taking little steps backward, remembering with a clarity,
conversations from the past.
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Reflections of trees waving to my mind,
calmly characterizing a storm outside the
building.
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Some co-workers are part of a team, helping and maintaining a
semblance of fun.

Going out of the way to explain parts of your job which were
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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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Going deeply into puzzles of life, drowning in their pockets,
filled with pieces of discarded ideas, being kept in case
they one day can be used in a sentence of a thought pictured
in my mind.
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Pictures reflecting what I'm thinking here on pages
of written poetry.

Flowing thoughts separating and coming together,
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Treasured moments of a youngster's first karaoke song.
Singing her ABC's and sounding so sincere as she
concentrated on what she was saying.
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