RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rivers are ever-flowing, watching water constantly
moving slow or fast, taking thoughts with it towards
the ocean.
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Mysterious and intriguing music from the Godfather
taking me back to childhood, living with my mafia
family.
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Recovering still from all the surgeries of two
years ago, needing more, but living and loving
strong through poetry.
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Rising above turmoil in life, forgetting about it's
strife, not opening the door to any of it at all.

Listening to happy uplifting rhythms and melodies,
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Desert landscape lying just outside the window,
sunning itself in bright rays of an Arizona sun.

Tantalizing pictures settling in my mind, enticing
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Life circles itself continually, giving not an inch no
matter what.

Such a hapless experience it seems, vanishing into time
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Gone are the days of vibrant liveliness, running,
jumping, being active every day.

Age creeping upon us taking away our mobility in
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Covering up, hiding beneath coverlets of suicide,
turning over thoughts consciously, letting them
develop in patterns of their own will.
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Sending messages to and fro, beginning and ending
tears and sorrow through the grief of loss.

An urgency of essence, wanting to crawl away,
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Steadily and concretely moving into the future,
not able to do much else.

Nothing able to stop the progression of life,
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