RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Finding the way through this earth, hastening to find a
reason to believe in the religion of our Lord.

Wandering the deserts alone in the darkness of the soul,
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Life stands calmly around me, keeping interior thoughts
closely wrapped in lacy images and words.

Knowledge of everything has been placed aside, awaiting
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Mind rippling like the water in a swimming pool,
wafted by breezes of images coming into being.

After sending all sense's feelings of meditative
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Soaring across open spaces, gliding on the wind
with many acres of fertilized open memories.

Watching tops of trees gently slide to and fro
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Leaves of thought have found their way into my brain,
leaving delicate fragile moments to contend with.

Slicing away at the atmosphere with energy, life-giving
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What moves the rain of sorrow?

How do it's tears find their way into a heart
and make it ache?
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Men and women sitting around a bar,
neon lights glaring overhead.

From an outside vantage point, seeing
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Lights folding over my head, lightly touching
the surface of my skin, unabrasively.

Gently appreciated as I write poetry, because
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Bartender clearing the glasses from the bar,
stools sitting emptily, alone.

Neon signs still glaring overhead, pool table
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