RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Creating an atmosphere of mystery through a hazy storm of
yesterday, taking me through the breaks of daytime solace.

Changing and altering the atmosphere of interior peace,
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Exchanging the tones of music for expressions in poems,
tasting the flavors of extreme tangs in another dimension
far from home.
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Rocking the cradle of bereavement in time with rhythms of
even tempos.

Taking babies into arms and cuddling with them on lonely
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Riding the highways into unfathomable seas of darkness
caused by a bereavement of life's horizons.

Turning away with tears falling down into the cisterns
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Strumming down lanes of life, hoping to lift spirits in
interior gardens of heaven, leaving only reminders in
minds of yesterday.
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All of life trips on by, past sightless eyes and
ignorant people.

Passed down through the ages of long ago, no one
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Restless, kicking at the edge of night, trying to persuade
it to hurry up and leave so dawn may once again light the
way.
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Slowly moving into stations of empty promises, not
lifting eyes to see where they are going.

Saturated in the emptiness of loss, carrying the
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Writing into the rhythms affecting emotions hidden below
the surface of this heart, crying alone behind curtains
of lonely emptiness.
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Chugging like a locomotive into the afternoon, leaving
nothing to chance, bringing the party of rhythm into
being.
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