RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Quiet remorse tabulating in my mind, setting joy aside,
moments at a time.

Lifting eyes towards heaven, wanting to lift spirits,
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Curling lines on top of
horizontal and vertical lines,
cresting ingenious patterns,
filling interior sight.
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Taking me by the hand, leading me into depths of heaven
where I can believe in what I see and feel.
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In a vast wilderness of personnel and jargon.

Waiting on edges of stairs, hoping and praying
for major miracles.
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Silently talking in another whisper of higher intellect,
collating the benefits of ancient history being
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Talented people sitting around,
waiting their turns to sing songs
on an evening filled with karaoke.
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Walking down empty streets, noticing the signs ahead,
wanting to find my way to destinations into outer spaces.
Soliciting new dimensions of sensory perception as it
hits my mind, giving me pause.
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Silently testing the waters of mercurial silence,
reaching edges, shores of sand.

Sifting gracefully, falling down, covering the
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Clapping, waving, yelling, whistling quietly in the
breeze, praising nature with it's leaves.
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Rocking altogether to a country-western melody,
allowing seniors to line dance and enjoy the
lyrics.
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