RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Galloping through measures of altitude, climbing
mountains with the accuracy of a delicate
instrument.
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Listening to water babbling and traveling along lengths
of cement trawls, flowing into a circular fountain.

Noticing stones and coins sitting translucently upon
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Soliciting silence from within, hearing it's calming
voice bring peace to my soul.
Wandering darkness through a desert of life, following
instinct, inherent to an interior quiet.
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Feeling alive and vibrant, sensing desires rising inside,
looking around, wanting to be touched and fulfilled at
the same time.
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Tired of sitting in bowls of life with everything
weighing upon little shoulders, pressing selves
into small round bottoms.
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Tiers of seats filled with people, some at dizzying
heights.
All gathered to watch some men run around a field,
touching three bases.
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Life revolves, each person has a role to play, all
afraid of letting down their guard, in case someone
makes them care about another.
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Moving quickly, fingers flying
as they rhythmically put words
into my mind, exciting my brain
stem into classical wonder and
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Time surfs forward always pushing us beyond each day,
wondering why we put up with it.
Salvaging each and every minute, playing it to utmost
capacity, throwing ourselves into work, play, quiet
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