RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Solemn appreciation for the life I have, even though
it's filled with much suffering.
Living it to the fullest through music, art, writing,
silence.
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Thinking and reading pictures in my mind, seeing
thoughts that have come before sight.
Wanting me to evaluate and explore their essences
so I can break them down into little poems of
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Circles of sunshine shining through the blinds,
reflecting on the walls of an exam room.
Causing me to grasp and place them here so you
can all see their presence in your minds,
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Thoughts running around, wanting to be saved through-
out eternity in my mind, not realizing that I won't
be here forever.
Insisting that I write them down so they can at least
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Living in ice, watching feelings drip slowly into
intellect so I can write about them without
affecting my heart and making me cry.
A lasting affair with the interior of my brain,
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Loving the beats and rhythms of 'cold as ice' as I
listen to Foreigner treat my mind to delicacies of
singular rhythms, touching my innermost being with
their unhesitant sensory perceptions.
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Rushing around, back and forth down the hallway,
trying to take care of patients in an orderly
manner.
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A tree growing out of my mind, put there by imagination
so I can see it's beauty reflecting with clarity and
purpose.
Straight up into the atmosphere, touching a part of the
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Looking into my mind, eyes shut tightly, seeing a
winter scene filled with sparkling snow across the
ground.
Willow trees gently swaying in a morning breeze,
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Wanting to run away - escape this double vision of life,
promising so much, but never giving me anything.
Getting tired of waiting for something that may never
happen.
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