RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Riding into the center of turmoil, hoping to not be stung by it's hurtful stances.
Qualifying many trails of intellect, walking away into beautiful sunsets on my last documented day on earth.
Away from all the strife and peculiar notions of other people.
Wanting to always move into other spheres and dimensions, stationed on the other side of heaven's gates.
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Pictures in my mind,
hanging on empty walls in living rooms of past relatives,
bringing tears into eyes of bluened sadness.
Imagining the love I used to feel when parents were still
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Watching elderly dancers smiling, stepping in time with one another, growing younger with every song being sung and played.
Reminders of younger days, seeing my parents together, enjoying dancing the two step - the only dance Dad knew!
Quiet joy and happiness at seeing them made my heart overflow with emotion and love to see them caring about one another.
A simpler time before the melt down of their love for one another came to be.
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Testing boundaries of death to
try and ascertain how taut they are.
Lifeless, unable to be expressed,
they exist to taint me with their
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Slinking backwards in time, listening to modern day men play in a band of yesteryear.
Tearing apart notions of reminders, filling them instead with memories new and creative.
All sponsored by Buddy Stubbs and volunteers for the cause.
Music stopping, starting processes to begin and end midway through it all.
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