RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Having no recollection at times of things I've done
or people I've talked with annoys me sometimes.
Where was my mind I wonder, why didn't my brain tape
it into my neurons or synapses for future
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Feelings of love deeply crease my being,
becoming part of who I am.
As life travels down lonely highways, I
hold love closely on every journey
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Riding along in a morning darkness,
watching taillights and headlights going
the opposite way and streetlights with
large halos.
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Touching deeply felt by music
in my being, filling my veins
with it's exquisite spirit,
tantalizing an existence into
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Lazily swinging with an ocean's natural rhythm,
ebbing and crashing with beautiful precision,
never missing a beat, never skipping a moment
of innate desire.
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Crippling fears abound in life when you travel
unknown highways on blue mornings.
Furnishing sentiments of lasting impressions,
settling them in pine tree's needles, combing
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Singling patterns of joyful living corresponds with
peaceful endeavors along avenues of life.
Increasing feelings filter through the haze of regret,
turning tides of relief towards those of outward
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Keystones of mountainous purpose fall into my mind,
being oblivious to everyday opportunities.
Preferring to create my own, following a star,
perfectly in tune with my spirit of enlivening
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Curtains of reprisal fold themselves over into my
mind as I walk away.
Down a road I've made for self alone, doing what
I want without exception.
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Millions of teardrops fall from heaven's domain,
touching hearts of people lost in deserts of sorrow.

Too grief-stricken to find their way back home,
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