RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Climbing and crossing desert mountain
terrain beneath black and gray storm
clouds.
Waiting to prey upon unsuspecting
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Lost, a stranger in a familiar world,
unable to connect or become a part of it.
Struggling to participate, failing
consistently without any effort.
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Rhythms bouncing off my brain,
catching in my mind like flies on jelly.
Procuring novel issues standing alongside
temporary folders of past messages,
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Whining for life as we search for it's beginnings only
here at it's ending.

All of life placed in measures of time, yet we have
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Two little boys filled with excitement, thrilling to
the music being played as they dance and make up their
own moves and steps to beats and rhythms.
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Wading through life, taking in beautiful details that somehow can
never escape a poetical mind, having a great time in lifelong years
on earth.
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Looking at a forsaken love, feeling the joy fading into a
nothingness, so empty as a void in the universe - a black
hole possibly.
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There are people in this world who don't care about others,
using them, draining them completely, not being there for
someone they've only taken advantage of through the years.
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Riding through dusty trails of an Arizona desert, back in
the saddle again, delivering thoughts along with streams
of fast-paced rhythms.
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Hopping up and down, feeling joy that's being filtered
through this being from harmonies and melodies, contin-
uing practicing their intense flavors of color within.
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