RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy
with sorrow.

Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,
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Spring is here, yet winter has not left us.
It's a time for blossoms to come forth - but they are freezing
from the cold.
Look out a window and see the bright sun shining everywhere,
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Men lament that they have no time to do things
needed being done.

Yet, they sit wasting time, watching T.V. for
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Leaves, branches, trees waving good-bye to me
and playing a beautiful symphony with the
gentle breeze.
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Quietly whispering tunes in imagination,
letting them flow outward into snow-filled memories,
sliding across on a sled big enough to hold all six
of us sisters.
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Tar sucking in warm rays of the sun.
Ivy crawling and clinging closely to a wire fence.
Brick buildings standing, feet apart, looking over the streets.
Flowers shooting out their beautiful colors to passers-by.
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Looking through tears of a lifetime,
looking out of fear, seeing inside
that being with God is so precious.
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Languid, solo, nothing to limit or set up obstructions in this brain for it's always open and absorbing every note into a photographic memory.

Music now beginning to rush and charge quietly into the night, leaving no room for sadness or sorrow for a positive placating feeling eases all stress and turmoil.
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Scratching at the surface, watching for signs of innate life, still alive and realigning itself with all new properties and designs, fitting themselves into patterns.

Seeing all the depths being fathomed in formulas and equations, becoming particles of a new energy, being assembled inside my mind and being.
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Answers of life cannot be found in talking with others,
only there will you avoid these truths.

Rambling of voices, searching for wisdom does not bring
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Watching the Presidential Inauguration from a couch in
middle America's livingroom, tears swelling from my
heart in patriotic pride.
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Life of mind so green and tender, sprouting with a freshness of purity.
Not a thought of ugliness, nor of barren wasteland, could conjure long enough inside.
Ringing freely are dancing bells caught by flying laughter all around.
Blazing fire with no smoke curls upward and out of sight.
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Rights of all people are undermined by luxury and riches,
there is no possible reconciliation of the poor and rich.

We lament poverty while doing nothing to make it extinct.
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Lonely hearts, roaming across plains filled with desert sands,
drying tears as they form in sandstorms of life.
Gathering crystals to form an oasis along the way,
giving respite at times to those in need.
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Scattered throughout nighttime skies, watching ideas soar.
Thoughtful interludes giving an essence of beauty as they
coagulate tenderly in affectionate spheres of music.
Successfully tracing all of nature into etchings of a mind
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Disappearing into the sunset, no one to miss me, no one bothering
to look for me, a non-existent entity with no where to go, hiding
right out in the open yet no one sees me here.
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Sunlight shining on the right, insisting on being seen,
wanting to be written into a poem, showing it's strength
and power through the mind of this mere poet.
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Wordlessly collapsing against blank walls, images
come to life instantly in a blink of the mind.

Becoming the creative force of writing incessantly,
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