RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Desert gardens, botanical in nature, conceived in arid spaces.

Dustily wandering mountainous edges along distant horizons,
appraising the beauty of qualitative nature.
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Why shatter innocence? What good will it do?

Let children have their lives, don't push them
to be mini adults.
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Steadily walking with the spirits of my death, letting them
lead me into the depths of their blackness, just to explore
what they have in store for my future.
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Thunder rolls across the heavens - laughing, I love to hear
the sound of it - it is music to my ears.

Looking up to heaven, seeing the fantastic light show,
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Taking in stride the individuality of every living being and
thing, believing in their possibilities of intelligence to be
immeasurably increased.
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Growth through clouds of rain continues the existence
of mankind.

Allowing the etiquette of patterns set in gold, eons
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Coping with reality through music, art and poetical musings, holding on to life's rhythm through them all.
Bereft of human comforts, left out in still cold winter depths, unafraid of it's effects on me as I stand silently, being filled with all it's harboring feelings.
Sensing death always alongside me, taking me away slowly, in it's own time.
Never giving me a choice, taking particles along the way.
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Not wanting to know another, feeling cold and empty inside, left to my own devices as I mature in an aged environment of sorrow.
Carefully touching my face, feeling the tears holding on for dear life, afraid to let go, lest they fall, disappearing forever, leaving me in an empty, arid shell.
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