RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sentiments surrounding minds of silent beings,
transporting them into realms of yesterday's life
with family and friends.
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Looking into reflections of a painting, seeing an exit
sign and wanting to go through it and out of life and
all insurgent problems that it causes.
Reflecting on the peace that can be mine alone, finally.
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Thinking and talking of yesterday most days,
because in mind they were better than what
I'm living through today.
Cautiously walking, nonplussed, being
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Rasping against my mind like a guitar out of tune,
hurting intellect with it's noisy distribution of
inert sounds.
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Ivories telling stories of musical happiness,
relating memories of yesterday's images.
Touching visions of relative compassion through-
out lifetimes of realistic endeavors.
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Like waves swaying with an innate rhythm of life,
our hearts beat to a rhythm in sync with an interior
behavior.
Always seeking truths of reality beyond our sight,
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Corrugated thoughts jar a mind with their insistence
as they produce images from afar.
Enduring qualities become manifest as we progress
down avenues of imagination.
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Sweetened music touching my mind's ears with delight.
Softening daily stress with it's enigmatic prose and
exacting measurement.
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Quietly silencing stress of life with pockets of
decisiveness and rational ideals.
Anger gently wallowing, being pushed beneath the
day's struggles.
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Sitting on yesterday's porch, rocking back and forth,
conversing with family and friends.
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