RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Separating life from reality in my mind takes no
effort as I slide down avenues of peaceful
negotiation, procuring livelihood from within
depths of imagination.
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Feet sifting the sand, feeling it's heat and burying
toes with it's particles.
Lowering self into a seashore of sand, watching waves
fold over, rinsing feet clean.
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Sweet sadness, misery at last lifted, bittersweet to
hear, yet heavy upon our hearts.
An incomprehensible act to conceive in anyone's mind,
yet it has happened and we are left with the sheer
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Evolution of time saturates our beings, forging new
meanings from everyday experiences, lifting our
spirits above us.
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Strident thoughts, filtering through minds of deepest
concern, habituating their meanings with cognitive
ideals and spent ideas.
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Twirling, dancing, pivoting through life with an
acquiescence of death on a future doorstep.
Closing doors on fancy and opening windows of
fantasy through imagination and fervor.
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Unalterable moods filter themselves comfortably into
mind-sets of development, creating portraits of art
and silent wistful thinking.
Predestined bubbles of information float into present
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Effects of total memory anticipate feelings of
yesterday, mixing with a blackness of abysses,
turning into black rainbows of sadness.
Ebony sorrow glistens like teardrops, flowing
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