RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sickening screams from within, writhing and spinning,
feeling no pain.
Numbness quenching every fiber and nerve, filling a
being with no reserve.
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Rigidly walking down lanes of antiquity, following
echoes of past proclivities.
All sunbeams set ablaze, a path before you, opened,
filled with broadened heat of a hidden eternity.
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Thoughts, like palm trees reaching for the
skies with grace and beauty.
Fragilly waving lithe frond fingers and
hands, welcoming all into their circular
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Ephemeral ballooning in midnight skies, catching rays
of light to guide the way.
Stretching beyond any grief, we flow into thin air
on the back of a leave.
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Watching life grow through glass clear mirrors,
hoping for chances to become known and taken.
Whistling down shattered glass paths, being
cut and bleeding along the way, frantically
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Willing partners standing on corners, awaiting busses
to destiny's unknown.
Hampering life, utilizing nothing of importance, always
beleaguering muted points of view.
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Crystals of alignment dangling in my mind, touching
bells of my soul, pealing with laughter and joy,
anticipating a better new year than the years before.
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Quickly beating in the atmosphere, fastly turning
around, creating a joyful picture of the elderly
dancing in rainbows of smiles and beats.
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Imagination plays it's part well in minds of musical
delight, putting out songs, grasping melodies with
our ears.
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