RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sensing strongly the love of other people,
strangers in the night, coming to wish me
well and show their appreciation for the
gifts God has given me.
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Approaching daylight with my soul opened and receptive to the mysteries of nighttime dreams.
Containing all the words of feeling emotions in one heart of a being, left alone on earth's shores.
Walking slowly, kicking at the rocks along the way, trying to overcome all the obstacles of a lifetime in seconds of a moment's time on earth.
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Colorful verses of yesterday's love stick like post-it notes in my mind.
Reminding me of the essence of rose-colored petals given in beautiful bouquets of love from another.
Holding all sensuous desires in inner depths, kept secretly under lock and key until opened up with a recipe of love.
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Prickly pear cacti sitting in a little triangular space, relocated there from their natural habitat in the Arizona desert.
Getting choked from all sides by vehicle exhaust and emissions, riding and sitting by them at a red light.
Careless people, uncaring of the environment, also placing native plants, trees and cacti in harm's way.
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Tears fall from memories of yesterday where a heart is kept tucked away in tears.
Showing pictures of those who were loved dearly and have been touched by them with their souls.
Carefully taking them one by one, and sharing with others, their pictures will always keep them cherished in depths of hearts where once they lived together.
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Even in death a palo verde tree looks graceful and delicate.
Although dead, brown with decay, I find it's beauty still instilled from nature.
Touching my heart, a teardrop forms and slides down my cheek in celebration of the memory of it's once long life.
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Solitarily finding expectations to conform to, as figures of design combine and collate in patterns of intellect.
A sounding off of expert guises, filling spaces left open by past departures of family as they pass into another dimension, away from us on earth.
Missing them, reminiscing about them in moments of despair as we walk alone without them.
Transpiring dreams following us in sleep, during the nights of awakening images, haunting our daydreams as well.
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Walking across desert sands as I contemplate puzzles of life,
reaching within to collate what mosaics I'm thinking about,
giving me spaces to create nostalgic new forms of ideals just
thought of.
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Breaking evenly over sketches of tomorrow, adjoining beats of
life to notes of nature calling to elevations of prime details,
settling onto ocean waves.
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Education continuing within it's realms,
purifying abstractions, with cognitive
ideas, and saturating issues hiding
beneath darkness.
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