RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Significant memories are coming to mind, reminding me of
the past and many good times I used to have, lighting and illuminating precious images, giving pleasure
now in senior years.
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Happy and contented, effects of good times rippling and
gathering together in this mind.

Sailing and soaring into the atmosphere on any given
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Tired and bored at times, restless, wandering avenues
of a mind.

Traveling through the desert of this soul, wanting to
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Traversing this life through music, turning every
corner, hiding in the shadows of evening, coming
completely, encircling intellect.
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Silently gliding through the outskirts of imagination,
taking hands with it's beauty and fantasy of mystery.

Living, breathing, and being enticed by it's excitement
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Rollicking frivolously in and out of a polka, enjoying
it's syncopated beats in every measure.

Skipping, sliding, riding the waves of inner rhythms,
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Quietly and surreptitiously we wend our ways throughout life
and into the future where we can always find a way to fit
in with other people.
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Yesterday's pain felt in a patch of hurt placed on one by
another with no compassion or care except for themselves.

A stingy and selfish love, all one-sided, taking, never
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Silently picking up the energy of an Italian song,
reverberating through my heart.

Reminiscing of the past with family in get-togethers,
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Watching curtains closing, night falling, sorrow fulfilling
it's promise of crying, teardrops falling plentifully into
chalices of emptiness.
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