RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Leaves, still and silent in the summer heat,
trying to stay alive without regrets.
Quietly melting inside their frail green
coats of armor, attempting to stave off
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Frosting of life melts at the introduction of spring-like
weather in March.
Warm, sleek rays of sun, penetrating my mind with thoughts
of elliptical magnitude in quiet solace.
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Waltzing through the tunnels of life, eyes full of stars,
awaiting the comeuppance of eternity.
Standing off, taken aback by the quiet unperturbance of
silence affecting outcomes of everyday life with a
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Hurrying to destinations unknown and invented on the spot.
Taking particles and matching them chemically in my mind with literal thoughts.
Forging in minuscule compartments so as not to take up space in my brain.
Roaming about like a nomad in a large, unkempt desert, as I realize the potential I hold inside.
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Thoughts leading me deeply into caverns of my mind,
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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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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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Soliciting times of yesterday and taking them into the future.
Never taking eyes off of visions holding me within, solitary misgivings don't apply.
Secrets falling on deaf ears, not letting them escape by not mentioning them aloud.
Canisters of intrigue are filled within a mind of mysterious gifts.
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Attitudes abounding, negatively in a circle of
dismay.
Nothing comes forward, nothing is emitted as a
noisy silence fills heads with disobedience and
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