RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Tranquilized, contented by nature and it's beauty
surrounding me walking outside through the desert
alone, day or night.
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Picturesque beauty sitting before me in landscapes of
yesterday - made for one sitting in contemplation.
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Tapping figuratively on a keyboard of imagination, finding rhythms that match intellectual aspirations in accurate incantations.
Traveling throughout desert plains, writing down every idea as it suddenly appears and flows out upon paper.
Challenging attitudes of revelry, hoping to proclaim admissions of other worlds, carrying self to mirror-like campsites.
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Tenderly touching memories that ache within, of a granddaughter
stolen by her mother and taken away from us all.

Raised by an immoral woman who neglected and abused her daughter
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Rolling around the station, then heading down tracks
in search of locomotive ideas.
Listening to lonesome whistles of trains pulling out
in every direction, never intending to return.
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Petals of roses drift slowly into fragrant piles of
thought, as breezes constantly blow them about,
clearing the way of imagination's subconscious whims.
Scattering across desert plains, beautiful images
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I expect you to come, but you don't. I want you to be here, but you're not.
Life is an empty shell and I want to fill it back up, but I cannot.
You have always been the love in my heart and I want you to continue being just that, but you aren't.
I wait for you in all the usual places, watching for you, listening to hear your footsteps.
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Reading many books through the years, having over seven
thousand of my own stacked on many bookshelves lining
the walls throughout my house.
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