RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

To find contentment in the little parts of life, the ones that
don't seem to matter.

Unimportant symbols filed under daily routines, unavailable in
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Sitting alone in a Whataburger, eating a justaburger and hot
apple pie.

Caring not an iota about those around me, having nothing
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Highways of remorse are stretched before me, touching chords
of long ago memories of Mom.

So gently reminding me of her life, so full and vibrant once,
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No memories of Mom being old and wrinkled, she was taken
at the age of 61, alive and young at heart, a wonderful
woman, an incredible human being, unafraid to laugh or cry.
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Pounding rhythms into my mind, carrying after effects secretly,
to outer labyrinths of truth.

Riding waves of derision slowly, walking a mind towards depths
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Prancing through the early morning light, visiting a delightful
array of new beginnings in a brand new day.

Enjoying the cool briskness of this crispy morning air, taking
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Love of life doesn't always exist, isn't tangible,
is irrelevant.

Whenever events happen to shake our world, we find
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Touching the properties of beauty, reaching for their depths
through music.

Intense desire foaming upwards, reflecting in windows and
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Leaves, never-changing, holding the breath of life within,
grasping the frailty of being, wondering significantly about
the nature of life and death.
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Tears being held back tightly, afraid to let go, because
suicide will immediately follow suit.

There are no more doors or windows to be opened, all have
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