RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Picturing life like that of a hummingbird, watching as it's
wings are racing in the atmosphere, yet it can stand still
in the air, hovering.
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Tulips pulling at my mind, their colors fragrantly
aligned with nature.

Solitary figures, gathered in gardens of flowers,
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Sitting at a table, looking around at the past, talking with
my sister, and best friend.

Waiting, searching, hesitant conversation, not knowing what
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Rocks lying on their backs under water, looking up into the
sky, ducks sleeping lazily, floating like toy sailboats on
the water.
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Walking lonely upon shore, thinking vaguely of why
you are here.

Not wanting anyone to intrude on your silent reverie
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Following energy of Springstein, building to a crescendo
inside this mind, taking to outer edges of liberty and
freedom.
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Ready to start on another adventure through mine fields of
interior turmoil, testing the waters to see how hot they are.

Feeling an anger dwelling beneath the surface, bubbling hotly
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Showing the rest of the world how life rolls along on waves
like those of oceans on earth.

At times calm, peaceful and beautiful, other times, raging,
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As darkness covers my soul, the light of the Lord
grows much brighter, leading me closer to Him.

Unafraid, walking towards Him of my own free will,
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Altogether, friends are nice to have when they sincerely
care about you, being there, if even only through a note,
thought or call.
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