RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

A canopy hung over my head to
contain all that I am and have.
An intense desire to be alone,
to think, to become unknown again.
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Talking with the pool players, laughing, smiling,
pretending to be alive and well.
Inside, I have already died, left without a word
and no one can even tell the difference.
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Wandering down lanes of music,
rocking to the beat,
satisfying me with sweet
smelling melodies,
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Tasting the smell of grilled hot dogs on
the bar-b-que.
Wonderfully scented, touching taste buds,
giving delight to a brain in anticipation
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Shattering glass memories with
sharpened tears of blue crystal.
Resting in our beds of lace on
final days of misery, we are
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Wakefulness hitting me in the middle of the night,
catching my eyes in starlight.
Watering sorrowful thoughts growing inside my mind
waiting to be picked and shown in written words.
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A contemporary sound being emitted by a country boy,
telling a story of youth, alone in a small town.

Overpowered by intense reasons of freedom, he tried
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Evaporating emotions coming into the open,
unafraid of experiencing the life they were
meant to live in a person.
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Factually recognizing patterns as they flash through my mind and catch a place in line.
Falling apart, then rearranging themselves in very difficult designs, portraying activities of my imagination as they thrive on enlightened knowledge of the future.
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