RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Eyes travel slowly over roving grassy hills,
taking my mind along into imagination's stores.

Totally absorbed in nature's beauty, watching it
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When you have no money you tend to look inside yourself
for gifts to give others.

A gift of self appears from our hearts and souls and is
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Inside, imaginary wheels are turning, mixing sorrow
and joy of a lifetime.

It's taste is bittersweet, it's smell, that of a
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A color of sunset traveling down the street,
making a racket with 'wedding cans' tied to
it's bumper.
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Increasing futility coming into life with people needing
help to get through many difficult situations.

Being placed in their pathways, I acquiesce and do whatever
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Writing through music, enjoying tones and sounds of every
note as it fills my mind with an energy from above.

Never needing any thoughts ahead of time, because the first
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Even though there's not a soul in sight, silence fills
the air, peace and tranquility are still here.

Oddly enough, many think you must have people and all
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Beneath an ordinary sense of being human, lies an
extraordinary sense of dying.

Searching a lifetime for just one understanding
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Hopes of tomorrow set with the last ray's of today's sun.

Remembering nothing of sacrifice or giving, sitting on
the farthest reaches of hell, pretending all is good, not
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Warning annuls of everlasting science, parading cadavers down
through the ages.

Filling all life with decayed thoughtlessness, leaving all
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