RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Wallowing in puddles of music, enjoying their
wetness upon arid thoughts pulled from inner deserts.
Creating all manner of playful games, giving rise to
laughter through splendid lines of humor.
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Busy-looking carpets being walked upon by many
people of various types and models of living.
Some with a lively step, as when they were
younger, others barely getting around, holding
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Quietly, I hide among nature and go deep inside myself,
just to get away from it all.
No one can follow, because I shut them out completely,
just to be alone.
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Empty spaces of desert plains are suddenly filled
with the essence of my soul as I write it into
existence for all to see.
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Through windows of life, I see sorrow, sadness, emptiness.
All of them leading towards loneliness, no where else to
go, too many tears to carry along the roads of life.
As I quietly walk into the tunnels of awakening, I see
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Watching intently, hoping to see the music I
hear so I can put it in poetry for all to see.
Finding that experiments are living in me still,
giving access to all things impossible.
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Motions of creative design etch their way
into creative sides of magnificent nature.
Never embalming any particles, giving them
free rein, throughout the puzzlement of life.
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Busy mornings at the senior center, talking, writing and
conversing with nature.

Vibrant liveliness stirring quietly in the silence of the
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Struggling daily, trying to make sense out of life and
finding there's really none to speak of, it is fragile,
delicate and yet can knock you for a loop at times.
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Still and quiet, nothing bothering me this morning, just
copying the mail as we CB'ers say on our radios.

Yes, a CB'er for many years now, Lady Phoenix is my handle,
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