RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Jostling apart mind-ending peace, scattering and dispersing
it to the ends of earth.

Whiling away tense situations on edges of stomachs and chairs,
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Scurrying outside city hall to sit by a fountain and write
about all that is seen.

Shadows of a dismal city building fall upon gravelly side-
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Looking from a tenth floor window, out upon a ruined desert
city.

High rise buildings, unnatural trees and landscaping, all
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Ugly repeater towers, standing ironly against
concrete and steel buildings, making their
appearance.
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Life-threatening ideas, sitting on easels, pointing out
errors in lives of people.

Self-appointed gods, pulling strings, threatening public
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Another ugly dinosaur building going up across the street
from city hall.

A monstrosity in every phase, image, idea of the word.
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Holding head to hands, tired,
ready to go home.

Boring jobs make work days
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Forty-eight years and counting, being close to my Mom's sister,
Aunt Nina.

Through the years, a wonderful friend and companion, shared
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Blinds closed across the windows, keeping out the sunlight.

However, light peeks through onto each slot, just to let
people know it can be done.
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Looking out windows on the tenth floor, trying to find a
pleasant view, finding I have to peek between buildings.

Wherever I look, ugly buildings, air conditioning units,
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