RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Collapsing upon tables of ingenuity, giving in to an innate talent, profiling anxious notes of rhythm.
Calculating the existence of another dimension before life can be lived on another plain in realms of desert creatures, aridly keeping cool in times of deepest distress.
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Lonely escapades traveling through musical interludes,
changing ways of behaving, leaving little imprint on
anything of meaning.
Deriving total loneliness of a soul with no love sent along.
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Laughter tingling children's minds, giving them a joy unknown outside of play.
Watching them with memories sticking in my eyes, reminding me of my own younger days.
Welcoming the gaity and happiness on all children's faces as they begin to develop self-esteem and an awareness of who they are as people.
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Solemnly thinking, way deep inside, searching for something that continues to elude me, time after time.
Considering every avenue, wondering why nothing comes into sight where I can visualize it and make sense out of it.
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Stars forming in my mind,
shining their wonder down upon me from afar.
A joining of spirits, giving me something to
look forward to every night when the sun goes down.
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Jouncing and turning, soul moving with rhythm and taking every precaution to continue without stopping.
Serving all thoughts in vague undertakings, then watching them get brighter with every forward motion, taking precedence without even stroking them.
Placing all notes in line, touching every note with a special fervor and lightness.
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Deeply praying for an end to this torture chamber called life, and yet, there were many good times and silent undertakings, keeping me going, living on edges, perilously close to death's waiting arms.
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Soothing harmonies settling in my brain, giving me time to reminisce about all things yesterday.
Being in the moment, watching images as they proceed to act out what I
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Justifying my place here on earth, rain pouring itself over me,
filling up my loneliness, emptiness, abandonment with tears to cry when I want.
Yet, they won't do, because I need so much more than what I have been given.
Fracturing my thoughts with lightening striking me down.
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Black clouds tainting blue skies, trying to stay and rain upon earth.
Fighting constantly with the sun, a battle of the ages, begun centuries ago.
No one ever really wins, but it's an adventure to behold whenever I see it happening.
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