RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Staring out over a sea of skyscrapers, hoping to see
glimpses of our beautiful desert wasteland.
From this particular direction, other than grey and
brown buildings, all I can see is the sky above.
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Awakening memories deeply embedded in sleep, stretching,
yawning, emitting brief and simple pictorial images into
a mind.
Watching as they fade and wan, suddenly coming into view
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Reading books that flash into my mind, expanding
knowledge all the time.

Countless words spoken, always remembered when
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Scanning hazy horizons filled with smog, squinting to
see South Mountain in the distance.
It appears to be a big gray blue, hardly recognizable.
Too many freeways built in this city, choking off it's
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Cars running through, take me to destinations unknown
or imagined, while sitting here and working.
Feeling a breeze against my mind, blowing thoughts
about, enjoying peace-filled moments within myself.
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Dated remembering standing aside, waiting for imagery
and connection to bubble up from a sleepy subconscious
mind.
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Building sand castles within,
intricate details placed complacently so.

Digging lofty ideas, piling them into
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Caking together, layers of ignorance, striking a match
and watching freedom of deliverance rise above us in
smoke.
Always striving to outdo authority, end up instead
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Italian in me cries out to an Italian family who helped
our family out when we had no where to go.
Took us into their own home - all eight of us at the
time.
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Floating through mazes of memories, touching sadness
and grief, reluctantly hesitating, tiptoeing across
images aligned in sorrow.
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