RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Shadows branching and crossing lawns of green,
mown down and looking neat and trim.

Glad are shadows, with freedom to crawl over
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Yellow blossoms popping out before my eyes,
brightly shining in my mind.
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Totally exhausted, here I sit, wishing I were back in bed.
Going all over town, running errands has got me down.
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Singing tunes of death and sorrow, heart flowing with the
tears, downstream.
Allowing music to fulfill the loneliness felt deep within,
afraid to put into words a cause or reason of misery
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Softly penetrating the dull effervescence of reality,
standing on consecrated ground, turning inside out,
emptying lonely feelings tangled within.
Unknowledgeable about their existence, wary of
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Quietly sitting amongst nature and it's sounds,
wondering why this sadness has overcome me again.
Total immersion into deep pits of sorrow without
any reasons why I should be here.
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Staring into murky waters, dull with age.
Barely moving, ripples lazily floating
downstream.
Thoughts alight upon a fallen leaf,
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Rejoicing over my death will be plentiful and of good quality.
Songs will be sung and bands will play the march of death for
me as I pass away.
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Always sorrowful, never far from tears.
As they slip quietly down my cheeks
they rip and tear my heart even deeper
than before.
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Reflection of a tree in a doctor's office visit,
placatingly signifying nature's choice of a
natural subject for a poem.
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