RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Musty shadows dancing about beneath the curtain of light,
twisting and tossing, getting long and tiring kinks out
of their gray bodies.
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Ending of another phase of life has just been completed,
final writing put to sleep, allowing the rest of life to
fall back into step with itself.
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Walking a line, attempting to stay on the straight and
narrow, falling by the wayside to break down when pain
becomes too much.
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The heart of a poet touched mine, sending me spiraling
upwards into a rhythm of rhyme.

Lighting the episode within this mind, illuminating
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Tranquility of night is upon my head, burrowed severely
in life, fearful of an abandoning neglect given by
others.
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Blueness of this silent soul rolls over, flowing from
sorrowful eyes.

Death again has taken someone I dearly love, a second
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Sitting, wondering with eyes, the feelings stirring inside,
their touch soothing yet ripping apart fragile tenderness
held within.
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Wallowing in the mud of life's destruction, unafraid of
it's pastimes, alert to it's dangers.

Perilous prisons of guilt and shame unlock the doors of
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Extricating fine threads of languished sorrow from senses
of the living.

Folding in upon hearts of sorrowful harvesting, always
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