RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking up dirt paths, breathing in dust of ages past,
bringing ourselves into surrounding origins belonging
to no one.
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Quietly straining to hear interior melodies playing
poetical words to write down.
Falling deeply into catacombs of enlightenment,
preferring wandering through their images to portray
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Thankful for thoughts floating past like fish under
water.

Submerged, deeply fulfilling inner needs, leading
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Taking on concentrated efforts to continue living
through hardships of all kinds, showing brave faces,
laughing outwardly, crying sadly inside all the while.
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Swirling and diving in squares of delight, happy with
antique morbidity.
Shuffling and beaming down corridors unopened in any
century.
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Sitting on banks of rivers,
water lapping at my mind,
swallowing captivated worries
over time.
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Clouds scan the skies, looking to pick up some
weather to play havoc on the world for a while.
Skipping across vast blueness, never looking on
earth, just passing over, hoping to let go with
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Screaming across the land, having a grand time
while sitting quietly in my mind.

Escaping many varieties of stress as I ride
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Running, scrambling through a darkened life,
wondering where all will end.
How will everything change from white to
black and back again?
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