RoseAnn V. Shawiak Longing Poems

Listening to the roar of jets flying over the building
causes a yearning, a longing to go flying.

Wanting to be up in the sky, looking at clouds, imagining
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Tackling moments of a corrupt government, wondering
what to do to keep freedom alive and live the way I
want to, and not the way some evil, corrupt person
says I must.
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Reacting to fast-paced rhythms of Lennard
Skinner, rolling along and having fun with
it's tempo.
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Tenderly being held in a long lost melody, its rhythm
filled with the sweetest of memories that have enlivened
this life with so many aspiring inspirations.
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Sliding through the sunlit day, mind filtering thoughts like
clouds do the sun.

Regulating musical rhythms that insist on dancing in my head,
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Drenched in sorrow, feeling very low,
wanting to disappear and become totally
invisible.
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Sanctioning purposes throughout this day, giving such
pleasure in writing, barely being interrupted the
entire day.
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Longing seeks it's comfort zone, searching everywhere
for the object of it's desire.
Finding admiration for many unknown objects, unseen
before this simple journey.
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