RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Having a penchant for music,
wanting to hear it all the
time, never tiring of it.
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Thoughts held in harbor,
ages of dreams keep peering about.
Feeling safe and moving forward
into the lightened darkness of a
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Sleepily nodding, eyes half-closed, sitting with a shawl wrapped around her cold shoulders.
Listening silently to musical songs and their renditions.
Enjoying every word as it falls between the notes of evening.
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Textures of things are felt by sensations, touching my brain scientifically, helping to feel them through writing.

Totally immersed, touching thoughts with all feelings, traveling throughout
life in imagination.
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Asea in a storm of idealic measures, being comforted by the movement of the waves as they toss and turn in a restless sleep.
Turning, facing the eastern horizon, thinking of the deepest depth of ocean beneath me, wondering what is swimming below.
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Echoes of livelihood never fade from memory as long
as life continues on earth.

Maneuvering through the passage of time without a
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Frosting of life melts at the introduction of spring-like
weather in March.
Warm, sleek rays of sun, penetrating my mind with thoughts
of elliptical magnitude in quiet solace.
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Having grown old before my time, but only in my mind.
There I cogitate and reminisce as if on a rocking chair
of ninety.
Balancing words and thoughts, exacting literal meanings
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Hanging into caverns of emptiness,
playing with suicidal thoughts as
if they're toys from childhood.
Liking their textures and feelings,
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Betrayal of people once close, hurts beyond normalcy,
yet that's life.
Cruelty abounding because abusive relationships have
been strung tightly throughout lives in constant
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