RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

A cross of life bears it's burden.
Black clouds form around the atmosphere, filling inner skies with gray.
Reaching tenderly for warmth and understanding, grasping wisps of clouds with fingers tainted by sorrow.
Alive with wind-swept fury, bent upon aligning a lifetime of misery.
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Clamoring in my mind, searching for patterns completed and
refined, music develops quickly in memories and becomes
discussed in lieu of words.
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Seasoning life with unkempt desires, becoming serene
against stances of difficult times during stress.
Particular problems float above others, waiting to
be solved in creative new ways, so they will never
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Life is encircling itself, dragging it's feet and
keeping me at arm's length today.
Fleeting moments of existence stand in breezeways
of indefinite status.
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Evenings spent alone, reminiscing interiorly,
fragrantly being reminded of thoughts from long ago.
Dancing about, recording music and thoughts for
future remembrance.
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Within the sanctuary of my subconsciousness is a safe
harbor - one where I can be complacent and peaceful
even during times of duress.
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Swinging in lines of adversity we get caught up in other people's travesties without a clue on how to disentangle ourselves.
Paths of diversity open up, welcoming us into patterns
of living heretofore unknown to us.
Realizing reality's dreams are kept hidden because we
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Flattened tones playing themselves into atmospheres
of distaste.
Waves of emotion, salty to the taste, hit the shore
running.
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Living in tunnels of perfection, preferring independent
styles of everything.
Searching for finer rays that will fit just right into remainders of daylight.
Feeling loneliness settle in, cuddling like a kitten,
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Brightly colored feathers ruminating themselves
interiorly, erasing doubt and enlivening a spirit.

Dancing into my being - bringing about a momentous,
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