RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

As the sun sets in the west, beautiful orange, yellow,
reds, fill my eyes.
Ocean waves lapping at the sand, mesmerizing my mind
into a quieter time.
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Gravity filled situations creep closely into our lives,
trying to be heard over objections of absurdity.
Whiling away begotten times of frightful imagination,
holding on to private moments of anticipation as life
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Strident chords of being are enhanced with meaning
from music's tones and talent.
White sandy ocean beaches contrast with brown sand
of arid deserts.
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Walking through lightened darkness, watching for signs
of life becoming normal.
Wretched people sending timers into space for unknown
reasons.
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Knocking on wooden doors of the past, wanting to elicit
wondrous memories, tantalizing good times out into the
open.
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Picking up, putting down, life fills us with joy in
our small worlds.
Deriving pleasure from music and old-time cartoons,
musically pouring through our heads and minds.
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Our needs and wants drizzle through music, lying about
in our minds, causing no worries or cares, because
musical rhymes have taken us to another plain, over-
looking our lives.
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Life has become an everlasting image on vertical
horizons, allowing reflection and reasonableness
to enter our little spheres of lifetime joy and
sorrow.
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Dancing to our inner rhythms while waltzing across
the dance floor.

Turning our memories back and forth, feeling life's
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Living in an honorable place, watching inner
pictures move and become a life history to
ponder while continuing to fulfill it as best
we can.
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