RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Strangled by the purpose of human values no longer counted
among attributes of today, the unlisted age of carefree
sexual pleasures has arrived.
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Ticking and tocking, time gently reminds us of it's passing,
causing no flurry of emotions.

Until that is, we begin to think of life as it exists,
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A brilliant orange orb peeking
from behind several clouds,
caught around it's head.
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Reflections of today, sinking with the sun in a
mirror-like glass of water in a canal.

Candidly portraying the reality of life's ending
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Hollowing out the being I have become so changing and
altering myself somehow.

Realigning characteristics which have made themselves
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Sitting at a bus stop, thinking, listening to baroque on
a Walkman and writing poetry.

Watching from beyond this earthly universe, mind contentedly
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Certain melodies remembered, floating through my mind,
softly touching strings of my heart.

Wisely straying from thoughts that are being brought
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Talented intricacies voluntarily arranging themselves on paper,
thinking of purposes and reasons that all make sense.

Waking from sleepless reveries to pursue an idle thought,
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Watching vacant stares of passers-by, wondering what it is
they are seeing.

If it's the same as I am envisioning, or is it something
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Nowhere thoughts settling in for the long haul, recognizing
sadness and betrayal.

Despondent heart softly held within, faced with another
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