RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Nighttime fallen upon sightless eyes, deaf mind of an
opportunist.

Wordless, taking ideas of others, pulling them from graves
...

Sanctioned beyond any imagining, clinging to particles of
hope, pretending to live on.

Heartless stories of destiny prepared as eulogies for
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Extended kindness granted, albeit from a stranger
appearing in my life.

Straightened times allowing no room for mistakes
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Soft heat gently touching my skin, caressing memories
within.

Little breezes flowing formidably, catching my hair
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Up and down the violin of life, my bow pulls deep emotional
music out of depths of inner composition.

Spilling out beauty encased tightly in cocoons, music fills
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Stepping stones, filling many gaps of loneliness,
finishing exact stances of wisdom, gathered loosely
into piles of learning, subjected to the scrutiny of
many ages, past and present.
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Bureaucracy of ignorant city workers preying on poorer people
because they have no way to fight back.

How pitiful the petty claims sound up against the reality of
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Traveling the world within my mind, locating memories
and thoughts never found before.

Releasing energy used in storing secrets, procuring
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Stationed on the doorstep of life, poised, ready for
flight.

Suddenly feel mischievous and do a double back flip
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Silent undertakings rising like tidal waves, crashing over,
hurtling the essence of me into cavernous holes, deploying
this aging mind.
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