RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Playing many sounds of music within this lonesome life;
grasping melodies like life-lines, trying desperately
to hold on to a sliver of something good or holy.
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Whenever I hear a song, my mind is filled with words it's notes create.
Stepping and standing on life's shores, I reach for the impossible, I am never disappointed.
Life is made of the impossible, it lies in pebbles on the beach.
Each one in it's little way has a meaning all its' own in the destiny of life.
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There is a child within, watching activity of the world rotating
around her.
Listening to opinions, ideas, statements made through life, sifting
and mixing them to arrive at conclusions of her own.
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Crisscrossing patterns flowing through my mind.
Interweaving memories which were scattered inside.
Closer together - traveling in the same space of time
for a short while.
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Only after I am dead and gone will you see the wrongs you have
inflicted.
Only then will the guilt come back to haunt and maim your mind.
Life must be lived daily in and through honest forgiving love
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Silently unafraid, life lives within a being, creating
space and talents.

In time all is produced - one day we become - looking
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Awaiting quietly, the destiny of my soul, anticipating the
good it will eventually accomplish.
Sparkling with delight and beautiful feelings, wandering
amongst desires of a wholesome life.
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Noon day sun has taken over morning,
creeping silently and hotly over earth.
Significantly permeating the atmosphere
with life-giving force and meaning,
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Tormenting edges of frayed memories, saturated with the odor of
yesterday's onions.
Calculated in porous reminders left behind to reminisce alone in
backwoods of a young mind, not yet developed, scarred beyond all
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Standing alone - deeply embedded in misery - life tramples on,
listening to another's beat.
Everywhere, turning joy into sorrow - leaving piles of feathered tears
to sort out life's miseries.
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