RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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Underwater Environment

Asea in a storm of idealic measures, being comforted by the movement of the waves as they toss and turn in a restless sleep.
Turning, facing the eastern horizon, thinking of the deepest depth of ocean beneath me, wondering what is swimming below.
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Through The Passage Of Time

Echoes of livelihood never fade from memory as long
as life continues on earth.

Maneuvering through the passage of time without a
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Times Of Neglect

Stepping on times of neglect, hoping to erase them
from existence so thoughts may calm and contribute
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Music's Rhythmic Freedom

A talented young man playing a solo upon the piano,
doing very well, perfectly in tune and time with
the music.
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Watching Time Revolve

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A Wickenburg Judge

A Judge sitting high on his bench, handing out fairly - several sentences and fines.
He doesn't seem to be cruel or unjust - talks decently, and has a sense of humor.
Telling people to plead 'not guilty' and go to trial so they have a fair chance.
Treating people with decency and clarity, being respectful to all present and those before him.
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Being Known In Writing

Pensile thoughts dangling in outskirts of my mind,
waiting to be discovered and explored in context.
Sending messages through eye-catching contact,
expressing a desire to be met and known through my writing.
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Another Life Moment

Dying inside, wishing things could be so different, so utterly insane, like the emotional turmoil stirring within my heart, making me think in nothing but saddened pictures.
Silent words forming constantly without any foreboding or warning.
Existing only by whims of behavior, out on a limb, trying to hold on, but failing.
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Unanswered Prayer

Answers replying through the years in unanswered prayers, finding their way at last to my ears.
Now is not the time to be fulfilled, yet a tear forms in the corner of my eye, wishing I hadn't asked for that certain someone to be a part of my life, because now I'm all alone on a hidden passage through mourning, never able to forget the love given to me for such a short while.
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Agony Of Time

Stepping into times, listening to motion
moving silently with a rhythm all it's own.
Figuring out lengths of times as they are
stretched and shrunk, according to measures
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