RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Tip-toeing through dreams, not wanting to be awakened.

Looking at everything, hoping to be inspired by anything
I see inside sleep.
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Softly listening to a beautiful melody, totally
touching my soul, reaching it's heart and soaring
into my mind, bringing a quiet solace into my being.
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Crying whisperingly into
heaven's soothing melodies.

Covering me in sweet sadness,
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Trotting around my mind, watching images of horses
I rode when younger.

Sitting tall in the saddle, looking around and across
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Patterns of flooring showing apprehensive designs,
sighing in regiments of deplorable conditions.

Once, they were beautiful as they were laid with
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Melodies gently touching the sadness filling me to the
brim of being.

Washing my soul in tears as I wander lonely through
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Resting in ballads of music, just listening to it
fall into poems of inherent meanings.

Voice keeping silent, yet words fall out honestly
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Tonight I lie in beds of roses, filled with thorns
of yesterday, remembering the times of a lifetime
with family when younger.
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Death wishes abound in serious times of despair.

Grasping threads, trying to hold on without losing
hope in life getting better.
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