RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Wind whistling through the night, nothing to stop
it's eerie lonely sound.

Reminding me of a child happily walking through
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Centers of the universe fill my mind with questions,
wanting to know what they consist of.

Physically made from gases, rocks, shale, granite,
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Filling this mind with you only, wondering what you
are doing, if you're taking care of yourself like I
asked you to do.
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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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Having memories, I can't complain, birds flying past in
the skies, chirping, singing songs of evening tide.

Gentle breezes pulling at my hair and branches of trees,
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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
...

Tulips pulling at my mind, their colors fragrantly
aligned with nature.

Solitary figures, gathered in gardens of flowers,
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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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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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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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