RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reaching within, searching every moment in time for messages
of hope and recovery, trying to elude me always.
Sauntering down pathways of inner thought, recalling all the
times of bittersweet joy being with family - now gone beyond
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Searching for palatable thoughts to ingest through writing.
Touching the beauty of my soul, watching it's rhythm sway
in time with music.
Blood of abandonment flowing out - unstoppable - hurting me
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Strapping a blindfold across my mind, not wanting to see
what thoughts are lurking there behind my eyelids.
Steadily sneaking away, trying to leave it all behind.
Transpiring elements are standing up and blocking the way.
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Wandering down pathways, listening to intense rhythms
and writing from a deep passion held within.

Taking landscapes, people's expressions, gestures,
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Watching children learn how to swim, my Granddaughter
having done quite well through the years, on the top
of her level each time.
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Slicing through the turmoil of life, finding particles
that contribute to it's essence.

Wondering and searching for the minutest ones, studying
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Settling in here among the elite at Ruth Chris's
Steakhouse, wearing jeans and a tee-shirt, my
usual attire.
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At the dinner table now, having ordered dinner,
stuffed chicken, veggies salad, Aragua, white
chocolate cheese cake, coke to drink afterwards.
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My heart is filled with ghosts of love that were
mine once upon a time, now all have become just
disappearing ghosts of death's embrace.
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Again, watching children learn how to dive and having
fun doing so.

Some of the contortions that they do once they get on
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