RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Wringing hands of mindless purposes, turning away
from shores of life because they are too forlorn
to be a part of being today.
Walking lonely on beaches of sand, thinking
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Flags waving in the distance as people enjoy
themselves, dancing around the room, smiles
enamored from music and it's rhythmical beat.
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Expressions of children full of awe and wonder,
catching sight of Christmas cheer and beauty.
Touching everything that glitters or shines,
clapping with joy, excited about everything
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Walking and talking in rhythm, keeping time
with elastic tenacity, taking care to touch
upon living edges of life.
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Monotony of repetition is encased in moments of drunken stupor.
People talking, but not speaking of anything of importance because they're not hearing or listening to conversations being spoken.
Tearfully engraving moments of silence onto ceramic
plagues of insignificant bliss, causing a compulsion of
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Drumming along without a care in mind,
tangling thoughts along the way.

Matching beats to melodies, counting
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Patterns falling and lifting into special etudes,
being recognized from daily stances in life.
Becoming the essence of intense passions as they
ooze from petals fallen from many bouquets of
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Life is full of thoughts and prayers pivoting on
daily stances.
We converse at times with other people, but a
majority of the time we talk to ourselves within
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Masks of indifference and selfishness cover some
people with their inner uncaring, unkind attitudes
towards others.
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Hesitant voices mildly carrying through a karaoke
atmosphere.

Finding voices buried in music, peeking out at a
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