RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Wondering about riddles and their syncopetic rhythms,
wandering through my mind, wanting to grasp answers
just out of sight.
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Being a bystander, watching other's lives pass
by me, heading for their destinies.

Sun shining about outdoors, while I sit inside
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Horizons widening, allowing sensory perception to
accumulate and gather moments towards imagination.

Fields of apprehension twindle in comparison,
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What does no one else have that I do? Can it be figured out?

You're hopelessly lost, as thinking, you have no clue what to
deduce.
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Jumping, straining towards horizons of beyond,
while still collecting shells of disobedience
on this side of ocean's depths.
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Racing quickly to beats of a polka, soaring through the
fragrant atmosphere of rhetoric.
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Different cultures looking on, watching dancers dance to
unfamiliar music, a look of wonderment and loneliness
sitting on their faces.
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Likely aspects of interior lives sit idly by,
awaiting experiences of tantamount importance
to materialize in a haze of truth.
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Stillness creates picturesque visions interiorly,
lighting brain cells and energizing them for
creative endeavors throughout the years.
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Irregular shapes slowly form, taking the lead as melodies
whisper into winds of fate.
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