RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Screened in on porches of intellectual prowess, seeing
an open atmosphere beckoning with it's essence, fragrantly
scenting the air.
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Silent meditation thought up in people's minds,
giving love in each own's time.

Wandering aimlessly along many paths, stumbling
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Fountain lights cascading down ancient walls, filling
minds with brilliant colors and artistic shapes -
throwing shadows into memories.
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Angles and their shadows, illiterating formulas of constant
thought through many generations of families.

Lying down through centuries, finding prospects of desires
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1: 30 p.m.
Fallen leaves of many colors, bruised and cracked, now lying
helpless on the ground.
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Orange-red, rosy sky, full of anticipation for another
morrow.

Lovely painting by heavenly angels, never thinking twice,
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Staring lonely out at the sky, feeling emptiness tugging
inside, afraid to think of tomorrow coming, left all alone
again with no one's love.
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Sitting across the table from our youngest son, watching his
eyes grow big as his order is served.

Our special dessert, it was called, cake with vanilla ice
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Standing in the line of fire, learning what it is to be shot
at by an angry voice.

Shutting out the words, feelings of hatred can still be heard
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Spinning happily in a small space of time, a young boy
creates his own frame of mind.

Thoughts crowding, racing around, chasing each other,
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