RoseAnn V. Shawiak Leaving Poems

Really trying to come back to life, but there's just too
much between us now, death's curtains cannot be parted,
they only open one way my love.
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As you walk into the room, your cute little smirk of a
smile sets everything on fire.

As you talk, words flow out nicely and evenly, like a
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Listening from right to left at rhythms combining themselves
in this mind, enlivening spirits whenever saddened by plights
in life.
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Torrential downpours caving in upon this deserted island
of a being, taking away vestiges of serenity, replacing
them with a facetious sort of aplomb.
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Italian memories keeping time in images that tantalize
inner desires.

Feeling them rise faster, spiraling out of control,
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Reaching shores of life, stepping onto them,
walking through warm sand, thinking of the
life I have already lived for sixty four years.
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Justifying life in ways that only I can, wanting to
always begin at the end and proceed backwards just
to see how differently things look.
Mirroring back, I see events and videos of yesterday, beckoning to me.
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Steadily strumming, letting measures of time disappear
into a morning sun, leaving thoughts in chords to be
played through rhythms.
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Shadows falling against buildings, those of our American
flag, swirling about, letting it fly above our republic
freely.
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Falling carefully into depths of another silence,
feeling it's stillness startling me into another
period of depression.
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Realizing all the properties kept in life, all culminating
in many facets of integrated intelligence.

Making sure that everything is acceptable and above reproach,
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Walking in shady lanes that I used to traipse, seeing
the underside of leaves hanging upon the trees, gentle
winds taking me quickly into the tomb of myself.
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Riding, listening to the horse's hooves galloping into
the night, treasures of evening being held out of reach
by stars above us.
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Twilight evening of peace and serenity being held in your
arms, feeling lost within your unconditional love that is
always at my beck and call.
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Sitting inside a Subway, watching people come and go while
eating a tuna sub, some people walking with confidence and
self-esteem.
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Jumping from one locations to another, leaving impressions
behind with every step made on softened clay, rising to
occasions of pleasurable desires openly accessing every portal.
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Considering our places in life, trusting in God to stay by
us, protecting and keeping us safe while here on earth.

Praying, knowing that there's evil everywhere, trying to
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Records of history are kept in books, tapes, videos and in
photographic minds, keeping up to date, adding new chapters
throughout our lives.
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Rushing quietly into reasoning and logic, hoping to find
mysteries to be solved mathematically in spheres of meth-
odology being translated through coded rhythms.
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Listening at the door of heaven, hearing silence, yet voices
are telepathically sending messages to mind and intellect,
selecting priceless feelings needing to be spoken aloud.
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Faith circulates in minds filled with hope, their souls
feeling a certain purpose of destiny that needs to be
fulfilled.
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Sequences of sounds are trailing along with rhythms
being listened to right now.

Steady, fast and slow, stop and go, nothing to inter-
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Calm, balmy day in February, sky totally clouded over,
white as far and wide as anyone can see.
Thoughts piling and falling over one another in absent-
minded reveries.
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Lifeless, hanging in mid-air, no where to go or fall, on this space of earth.
There's nothing here for me to hold on to, all has been taken away, except family - and I'm the oldest of eight.
Two sons work, but they do the best they can to help me when they're able to.
Relatives abound, yet I take care of myself, even my husband, who has early onset dementia, needs my care.
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Peaceful and comfortable, raising questions pertaining
to a love that once upon a time actually was alive and
well.
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Call of the wild, taking this heart into fields of passion
and desire, feeling the beats of this heart blending with
rhythms finding pathways into logic and reason.
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Laughter falling down, letting off steam, trying to ease
the situation and bring some peace.

Individuals thinking they have the upper hand, finding
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Papers slicing through the night, cutting memories in two,
filling up the emptiness of space and time, never adding
anything to life.
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Eclipsing life, standing at the doorway to eternity, hoping to
be here a while longer.

Looking into the twilight before my final sunset comes into
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Searching eternity for a place to call my own,
always being turned away because of one
misfortune or another.
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Life comes and goes, leaving reminders behind in pages of
memories, carrying us through the death and loss of loved
ones.
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Listening closely as notes blend into poetry,
intricate symmetrical designs vibrantly de-
tailing emotions and feelings with an inter-
ior intensity.
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Filling the atmosphere with integrity and soaring high
into the sky, leaving no doubts as to where, why or
how life is connected to rhythms.
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Light fading in the distance, coming to an end of life,
turning a final corner, continuing to be illuminated.

Enlightened through intellect and it's airy explana-
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Riding vibrant waves of creative literature into the
future, taking hold of destiny and feeling it's total
exuberance as it washes over me continually.
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Timely rhythms seeking pathways in this brain, wanting to
explore and be part of new adventures, ones that haven't
been done before, living in the moment.
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Sounding off, going directly into the atmosphere, taking
this mere poet along with it, combing brains for thoughts,
thinking and viewing logical reasoning lying within an
innate talent.
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Living a dream filled with music, art and poetry, loving
its creative atmosphere on a daily basis, figuring out
formulas that will fit in any dimension here on earth.
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Ringing in every new day through musical rhythms and writing
of poetry, every moment an expression of a life being lived
fully.
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Soundly trying to stand by a friend whom I love
dearly, never leaving his side no matter what
until he no longer needs me.
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Stringing emotions on a clothesline of feelings, airing them out,
even though it does nothing to dissipate the horrible feelings of
loneliness that I can't seem to fathom.
Being here on earth, isolating myself, because of you who haven't
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Spreading blankets across floors of imagination,
waiting patiently for ideas to make up their minds
and talk in whispered conversations of times
remembered from long ago.
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Leaving moments of intrinsic value is difficult at times.
Because it is precious, giving, serene - I don't want to
leave it behind as a fading memory.
Yet our lives are all about moving forward with no regard
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Risking nothing, playing along on playgrounds of
yesterday, giving away whatever's on my mind.
Totally into every opening, letting me slide in
and pick up writing right where I left off the
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Living in times of total music, listening endlessly
to rhythms taking me into atmospheres of perfect
harmony and eloquence.
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Unlocking heart and mind from the past, flying
into the skyway of intellect.

Seeing the vast freedom as it covers my being
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Rising and falling in tempos and measures of time and
rhythms, waking up instincts and sending reverberations
out into the environment, relieving the stress of this day.
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Laughter and joy being spread the world over, comedy over-
taking drama, done so splendidly for those of us that prefer
to laugh than to cry over make-believe misfortune by actors
and actresses.
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Faces of loneliness haunt those left behind in atmospheres
of yesterday, always leaving messages in our minds, remind-
ers of days gone by when we were all together.
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Shortly heading into the future, skating to rhythms of
life, leaving behind collectors of strife, as they rise
into the atmosphere, getting out of hand unexpectantly.
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