RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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Needing direction at times, because I'm wandering
randomly in a hazy fog, left me from the loss of
a loved one.
Hurting beyond the curtains of death, not knowing
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Strumming stormy skies, rain drizzling down,
listening to the blues, fitting right in with
the mood I'm in today.
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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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Juxtapositioning my mind, wanting it to find a space
in time where it can be comfortable and able to
enjoy rhythms happening all around me at the Wagon
Yard.
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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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Leaving behind all thoughts of displeasure, longing instead for feelings of belonging and love of family.
Existing to use talent God has given me to touch other's lives in some way, to give them hope or have a smile touch them interiorly for moments in time.
Alone, yet touched by God through another, giving faith a chance to grow.
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Chugging down dance floors, trying out new steps,
trying to be precise and not quite making it.
Looking around, feeling pleased with the atmosphere
and environment.
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Performing acts of generosity doesn't always mean giving money,
at times, you can give of yourself, just by lending an ear to
someone who needs to talk.
Opening self to other's needs can bring aid in ways least expected.
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