RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Father, I feel your death more keenly tonight than any
other since our last moments together here on earth.

Your absence scrapes against my heart, hurting so deep
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Visions growing from my mind, taking me through the
lonely deserts without fear.
Wandering through all the mysterious sounds of
silence, giving the eccentric ideas of tomorrow a
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Josh, sweet and tender disposition, sitting at edges
of eternity, listening to music being played by two
people he loves so much.
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Conversing with seniors we've never met before today.
Totally interesting people, one woman who was a
teenager when Stalin was in power and she and her
family were thrown into concentration camps and her
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Jousting memories from their constant straits,
taking them out of shadows, prodding them to
move around.
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Piles of brightly colored leaves fill my mind
with their crunchy textures and lively hues.
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Rugs of comfort settle on my process of thinking,
causing new approaches to writing.
Climbing ladders of successful artistic grace
becomes a total part of existence for my entire
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Watching signatures of life appear then become
invisible right in mid-air, completing a circle
of circumference in minds of delight.
Singing voicelessly through midnight eras brings
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Rushing to edges of every melody played in
sorrow's reality.
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Responding to the qualities waiting to be expressed
inside, holding onto their essences through all
these years.
Beautiful recollections of an entire lifetime
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