RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Stepping around the city with eyes alert and watching,
looking for movement, causing images to stir.

Flaking up and over onto empty pages, eagerly awaiting
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Building buildings high in the air to have a good view only
mars the view for everyone concerned.

Eternally standing in the way in all directions, the city
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Lines and colors swimming around in a red pool,
when closing my eyes and looking inside, to see
what is there.
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Sleep gently my friend and wake when the morning's
bright.

Tenderly think of me in your dreams and find our
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Wind picking up, getting louder, suddenly a dust devil
appears in a cloud of dust, spinning up the mountainside,
pulling whatever will come up together with it.
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Light quickens time, remembrances follow
night and become thick with gloom.

Life falls down, hiding among the floor
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Looking toward a nighttime sky, blackened by the time
of day it is.

Scanning the skies, noticing one sleepy eyelid half
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Being poor when younger,
never able to forget
where I'm from.
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A thought is only for the moment
you are thinking it, then it is
gone.
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Quiet breath of springtime
hanging in the air.

Being gently blown by an
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