RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Winds blowing through times of unheard glory.
Peering over rims, searching for queries of yesterday to be
answered in full.
Turning about, all people stand in awe of other's knowledge,
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Looking out beyond the skies, seeking explanations of love and not finding any.
Wondering why it is that after half your life is over, love sneaks up from behind quietly and sits on your back porch.
Trying to ignore it - keep it out of mind - only makes it stand out more - makes it more important.
If left silently, it will be, love will blend into the background of life and set you free.
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Above fragrant earth watching clouds roll through the sky, throwing their shadows down mountainsides and cliffs.
Holy peace saturating mindful eyes, carrying serenity deeply into a soul.
Fascinating views from all directions, wind blowing carelessly - scents of wildflowers to my senses.
Bouquets of beauty fragrantly placed upon tables, awaiting compliments of many guests.
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When I was young, playing with my dolls, pouring make-believe tea, there were no thoughts of growing up, I was too busy using my imagination.
Little did I know back then of the heartaches and trials my future was holding.
Memories play hauntingly, chantingly calling to mind.
Trying to recall at what age - the exact moment - I became aware of the world outside my little sphere and how it would affect me in later years.
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All energy consumed yesterday has been spent in idle wistfulness,
depriving each new day of it's specialness.
Off to outer limits, away from ordinary endeavors, we accept each day
as it comes, wishing afterwards that we had had it longer or could've done more with it.
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Silence dropping slowly into piles of thought.
Contemplating eerie consequences, afraid to think them out.
Life-long ambitions taking hold a little at a time, reversing ideas and attitudes - rapidly turning around.
Wherever a mind becomes tainted through life, walls build themselves as barriers of protection.
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A stone, remote, cold, brought from another world - an environment of mountainous beauty, sitting now on an asphalt road in downtown Tempe.
How did it get there?
Was the journey long and tortuous, or easy and fun?
It's silence is profound as it steadily sits, unrecognized for what it is - a piece of history - a part of a long ago mountain.
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Sherbert pink clouds, mingling with the gray.
Slowly traveling through with no set destination.
Beautifully sketched across the sky, a background for dawning of a brand new day.
Spreading ever thicker - pinker - as the sky turns from dark gray of night to pink and white of dawn.
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Lifetime credits hanging in the wind, wanting to be cashed in
on some magnificent miracle or outpouring from heaven.
Being human, we almost never realize we have any credits and
continue struggling through our lives.
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Clouds breaking overhead, spreading themselves across earth
with a little help from windy breezes.
Piling on top of one another in different areas, trying to
see beautiful sights not often seen.
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