RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Technically speaking, life is very complicated in it's
simplicity, we are very complex creatures of habit, yet
we can suddenly be spontaneous.
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Distinguished and always a gentleman, Amitava, talking,
making me laugh, giving all kinds of interesting facts
about the history of India and other parts of the world.
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Receiving messages, coded from rhythms that I am now
listening to constantly and incessantly.

Pleasure centers in my brain being touched tantalizingly
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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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Life's members falling aside, as the rest of life goes on.

Yellowed with age, crippled by disease, alone and feeling
abandoned now that the children have grown and moved away.
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Pasting a picture of self over reality, hiding behind
it, wanting to pretend that I'm not really here right
now, hoping it will work, but not really counting on it.
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Thunder claps loudly and even in the darkness a light of
hope sparks itself once in a while.

Treasures filled with memories keep us going through life
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Depths of coldness do not penetrate this being
when writing.

Being in the present, keeps me warm and full
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Turnabout shyness being lifted and put away in a
closet of past attitudes.

Today, moving forward, enjoying reciting poetry
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