RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Slowly emerging as if from a dream of long ago,
wakefully transmitting it today.

Pictures forming, waving, haunting memories,
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Facets of memory fall apart and
gather together around a camp
fire in the forest of my brain.
Talking to each other, bringing
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Slopes filled with pure white snow,
glistening in the morning sun.
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Satin tears, flowing everlastingly down my face,
full of sadness in grief.
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Performing in dim lighting, preferring to hide themselves and allow their voices to encompass our hearing.
Twin denizens floating in air, not landing beneath us.
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Roaming mountains, watching the sun lower itself beyond the horizon in the west.
Riding and running faster, trying to get to the shelter of the forest before night falls completely over him in darkness.
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Visions of darkness approach in details hidden for
centuries in catacombs, filled with mystery and intrigue.
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Drawing me into pictures of beauty taken from life
as it has begun in reality.
Dedicating eternity to those in need, failing to be
seen on screens of photographic memories.
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Traipsing through moods of sensory perception,
disabling feelings in order to progress in life.
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