RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Stranded in a life I want no part of, attempting to find reasons for living.
There aren't any to be found.
Death beckons, sending brilliant lights taunting inner memories to flow out.
Tension building, stretching, looking for a way to ease the pain.
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Raring to go, settling into moods of fun, life begins to entice people into pools of awakening on dance floors.
Enjoying stepping into patterns of polka music, reliving
days of younger times.
Beautiful dreams of yesterday, living in arms of dancers
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Blowing my mind like a clarinet touching my soul,
awakening musical talents waiting silently inside.
Enveloping sounds, holding them closely, listening
to their tones with perfect pitch, relaxing to
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Lighthouse beacons show the way towards life-defining
moments of grace and blessings of God.
Calming effects cover me like the ground with snow of glistening white purity.
Touching my life with wonder and curiosity fills my
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Reverberations through eternity touch my soul, fill
my heart with a serene tranquility, not of this world.
Flowing freely like branches and leaves in a
midsummer's wind.
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Marbles rolling around in my mind,
touching memories and images of yesterday.

Playing my mind like a pin ball machine,
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When a bough breaks the world will fall apart, leaving nothing in it's stead.
Memories will fall and fade away, there will be no direction or placating truths to find this time.
Trapped in a cavern, no way out except with someone's help.
No one is there to reach out to or climb up a ledge.
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Cloudy days rain upon my mind, refreshing and
enlightening my imagination from on high.

Cavorting, leaping, playing with abstractions,
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