RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Standing quietly,
reposing over a piano keyboard.
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Nervous anticipation quivering with the unknown frailty
of life's borders.
Keeping watch, seeing shadows float by, gently touching
memories of a past universe.
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Styling in ideas of creative essays,
copulating imagination with subconsciousness.
And feeling intensely, the process as it
exerts itself into poetry of every form.
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Figuring mathematically what life holds for me,
squaring all roots, placing them carefully in
my heart and soul.
Adding together, the many blessings I've received
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Recognizing rhythms in everyday attitudes, playing them
quietly, gently in tune with my writing.
Creating fastidious moments to enjoy throughout a lifetime
of poverty.
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Blue gray skies lifting my spirits with anticipation
of a winter rain.
Cold, damp, beautiful in it's own right.
Clouds slowly raking themselves across the intensity
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Looking beyond people on the edge of their lives,
not seeing their emptiness, hopelessness, despair
in times of need.
Thinking only about their own lives and what they
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Calmly clapping synapses,
awakening them to thoughts
about to arrive.
Filling their day with
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Glancing in my mind, locating peaceful scenery of nature,
arranged the way I creatively made it.
Perfectly aligned in gardens of ideal thoughts and memories.
Picking images that are just right and describing them with-
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Shadows fall gently
across the floor,
adhering to it's
surface until light
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