RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Taking chances, running wild, escaping the boredom of
daily living and taking things that make me feel alive.

Those where I choose to challenge death and stand up
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Chugging easily around horizon's edges, listening for
sounds of beginning beauty to penetrate an interior
environment.
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Numbered balls of destiny rolling and being hit
around a table with a mighty stick of superiority.

Tricking and playing unsound wisdom of this
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Little beauty, walking through nature's bountiful
treasures, learning about their senses and combining
them with hers.
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A feeling of closeness, of being together,
makes our lives joyful.
When our children are with us we are fulfilled.
We proclaim our love for one another as love
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Watching scenery through blinders of my mind, as it
scurries down paths of reminiscent parades.
Curtains pulled back, allowing picture windows to
project nature into pockets of new memories, saved
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Galloping through measures of altitude, climbing
mountains with the accuracy of a delicate
instrument.
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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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Journeying alone, taking steps off-road, hoping to
find new locations of words and meanings in the next
dimension.
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Closing windows behind me, locking doors with dead
bolts, making sure they'll never be opened.

Keeping everyone out of my business, wanting only
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