RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

A new experience in talent of young students.
Children running back and forth across the stage,
leaping and jumping to get onto it.
Microphones and wires being stretched across our
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When you were born, stars were popped out of their
sockets with your loud crying.

You didn't like strangers - you'd yell at the top
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Talking in two's, reaching interior blues touched upon
by wayward feelings in pathways of abusive language.
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Walking along, being slowly awakened in depths of my being,
looking around, knowing that I want so much more in this
life than what I've had.
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Frolicking through the countryside of India, seeing
banana trees growing wildly everywhere, beautiful
leaves, big and green.
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Searching, dividing thoughts, separating them into many
poems of poetical interludes, switching and piecing each
into picture puzzles in lives of many other's minds.
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Watching waves roll over, up and then crashing on shore,
while above in the sky, clouds are doing the same thing,
only in a slow and silent way.
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Getting in touch with inner feelings, finding an energy
that's growing exponentially with every mile traveled,
exciting and tantalizing an inner spirit.
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Tapping, clacking like a train traveling down the tracks
of my mind, never slowing, taking pictures along the way,
saving them collectively in spheres of albums where they
will always be at my beck and call.
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Living in memories of the past at times, going over every-
thing, watching carefully at the mistakes I used to make,
assimilating and making sure they never get repeated again.
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