RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Skirting edges of remorse, tears hide behind clouds of
unknowing despair.
Wallowing in worry-filled aisles of truth, carefully
stopping to step around moments of saddened discourse.
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Magical forests of clouds stretching farther than our
eyes can see are silent, still, not moving about,
there is no breeze right now.
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Coming down, touching now, tops of clouds.
Scraping our jet's belly quickly over them
gliding along currents of atmospheric
pressure
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Peaceful quiet, stretching across a vast desert
landscape.
A quaint ranch hidden within, following days of
old by becoming, all on it's desolate own.
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Grayful aging, gently pushing us forward to a final
destination into a space of life's chess board.
Waking latent desires at fate's curbsides we limply
hold on to what we can't give away.
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Like lightening to a bug, my world is transformed into
another place.
Life is worn inside out, filled with doubt and
insecurity.
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Lines of lights passing by, creating illusions of
solid blocks of white.
Without a sound, racing past in quiet desperation,
seething under pounds of heatened steel.
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Wanting to always keep total control of innate gifts
so they can be used whenever wanted to.

No one having any effect, good or bad on intellect,
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Alone with a pine-scented interior knowledge of death
and sorrow to be coming in the not to distant future,
pulling away and writing.
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Holding so tightly to precious memories of beautiful
moments had in life, that are now gone forever in
hands of time, their images being posed forever on
photographic screens within.
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