RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sun beating fragrantly down upon the earth,
bleaching and disinfecting everything with
it's hot little rays of feet.
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Life revolves and comes up short, little known facets
are recorded and kept.

Situations arise and are gently put to sleep, no cries
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Floating against tides of avarice, bent on evening the
scores of yesterday, minds opening wide and encompassing
everything in sight.
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Avenues of adversity claim our hearts and cause
struggles in life.

Unwanted eclipses standing in our way, trapping
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Surrounded by a watery jungle, enjoying the antics being
performed there.

Water gaily dancing and splashing at passers-by, gentle
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Tattered images of yesterday continue to flow within,
as priorities fall by the wayside, gathering dust like
drops of rain.
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Pagans of unrest settle on ocean waves, rising and ebbing,
eternally forgotten.

Unsubstantiated steps towards new horizons are halted,
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Reliving yesterday through memories, yet there is no
laughter, giggles or compassion to be heard, for videos
of memory have no sound at all.
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Walking through a forest of trees, at least that's
what I thought, instead it was a forest of what
looked like trees, but in reality were clarinets
standing upright.
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Having no lace to go when being in the ebony darkness of
hopeless despair, holding onto the hope and faith I was
born with.
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