RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Bluened sun, setting in the skyward sunrise as it sets on my soul, quickening thought and picturing words in definitive measures of
exacting rhythms.

Alive with verdant pastures of green, newly formed life, created
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Pride stretches itself across the face of a pre-teen as he
carries his tickets from video machines he's been playing.

Glistening shine being emitted from a smiling interior of
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In days of old, people were kinder, more compassionate
towards others in their spaces of time.

All attitudes were merited with adjunctive personalities,
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Stillness of age renders one restless in phases of idleness.
Taking sidesteps to living, creating a fullness of experience
tantamount to enjoyable happiness.
Remaining in an atmosphere of quiet rendering, life takes on
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Saving grace left over from daily prayers,
acts like a cushion on long, dark, lonely nights.
Taking over and guiding me to pathways of enlightenment
and hidden knowledge of yesterday when immature and naive.
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Waiting to hear your voice in my mind,
causes an anxiety of time, existing
back when I was younger.
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High school lovers dancing sixty years down the road,
holding onto one another with loving arms and looks.
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Adjusting irregular patterns into views never seen
diametrically with meanings crossed into.
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Dreaming of horizons yet
to materialize in days to come.
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Disregarding conflict and preferences of others,
preferring instead to become what I have in store.
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