RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Motion and direction emanating from people's legs
and feet, tapping and dancing in time to the beer
barrel polka.
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Black clouds lacily wrapping a light blue sky in a
gentle embrace.
Holding on, covering the desert and it's mountains
with a covetous glance.
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Sun shining brightly white on several chosen
mountains, looking like white snow.
All around and above them other mountains are
hidden in darkness, casting shadows about the
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Weeping silently as a willow tree hiding
alongside a lake of natural beauty.
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Tackling problems of heart-breaking moments, quietly
listening to whispers under breaths of honeysuckle
rose.
Holding pieces of china hearts in wrinkled hands,
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Children holding the beauty of innocence so carefully
in their undeveloped minds, practicing it naturally
without qualms or doubts.
Feeling the purity of life setting them apart from
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Surprising our ears with songs of wonder and paradise,
getting up, dancing to rhythms of elderly life with
enthusiasm.
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Sky filled with it's blueness, feeling cold, clouds
woolly and heavy, covering it over, keeping it warm
for the time being.
Separating it from the world right now, giving it
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Looking intently into my mind, reflecting on it's
truths and idiosyncrasies.
Finding depths existing more than before, knowing
that the more I learn and know, the deeper I'll
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Rinsing my thoughts in a special formula, bluened by
knowledge of a special kind.
Feeling refreshed, taking a breather inside them,
figuring out so many things I've always wanted to
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