RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Waking up every day in another land far from the one I'm
living in.

An essence of beauty taking this mind on a voyage of an
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Crossing oceans of the world, traveling with tides of life
and letting them take me into beautiful sunsets, wonder and
silence always awaiting me on horizons of this lifetime.
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Christmas almost upon us, seemingly just being celebrated
upon our minds in time.

Waiting for the seventeenth of December to put up our
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Italian memories keeping time in images that tantalize
inner desires.

Feeling them rise faster, spiraling out of control,
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People who come here to America seem to see us in colors,
instead of as people.

They separate us into black and white without realizing
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Recoiling, flinching, always shy and retiring, loving life
with abandon, yet standing away from others, not knowing
what to say or talk about.
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Standing in the background, not really knowing what to do,
trying to hide his stark-naked feelings inside of himself.

Wanting to let go, cry and hug his wife - instead he stands
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Wonder sliding down my brain and into curiosity where
intellect catches and picks it up.

Always giving satisfaction and quenching thirst for
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Indian styles of sari's, a fashion show of their beauty
and flowing fabrics as they walk slowly in the sprinkling
of rain upon the stage.
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Is love a lie or is it a truth, how can we tell for sure,
for at times it seems to be a truth.

We fall in love with another and our whole world is trans-
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