RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Strutting into another lane, finding the peace of being, closing
in on me.

Wandering like a nomad in the desert, letting go of everything
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Watching pictures forming upon interior screens whiling away
hours of being as the day wears on.

Unfolding spheres of this mind, opening up every aspect that
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Having a combined mature invention turning about within me,
finding the beauty of an all-encompassing desire beginning
to enter another dimension, locating an entrance where there
was none before.
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Breaking in two, lifting eyes to heaven, hoping for a
miracle to fall from it's depths right into my lap.

It never happens, yet I still believe in the wonder of
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Reasoning and logic are abounding, returning through knowledge
and finding self on the edge of wisdom, wondering what is going
to come about this very moment in time.
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Always here, always faithful and loving, caring, independent
and alone.

All people take advantage of someone with a good disposition,
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Languid clouds stretched across the sky, hiding the blinding
truths of life.

Falsely misrepresented, staring at the loss of beginnings,
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Solemnly marching to an inner tune of melancholy, treading
carefully, stepping sorrowfully through life, attuned to
it's misery.
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While stars are searching heavenly shores, fantastic sequences
have begun - new days are born and life is hidden from view.

There are no postcards, nor letters to answer, for there are no
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Pressing sadness of remembering, vanquished, tattered,
unbearable, twilight vaporly steaming the view of the past.

Caught up in the heat of the moment, spent and left for dead,
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