RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Blinds closed across the windows, keeping out the sunlight.

However, light peeks through onto each slot, just to let
people know it can be done.
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Looking out windows on the tenth floor, trying to find a
pleasant view, finding I have to peek between buildings.

Wherever I look, ugly buildings, air conditioning units,
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City-wide smog spread thickly over everything, brown, ugly,
dirty, put there by city officials who have no clue about
environmental measures to clear out the air in Phoenix.
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Where have you gone?

Looking despondently across the miles, I cannot see or hear
you anymore.
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An ugly orange looking brick facing sits across an equally
ugly city hall building.

Weld burns standing out like mold on day's old bread.
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Roller skating past entranceways of yesterday's childhood,
listening to the gaiety and laughter of beautiful times
together in hallways of our memories.
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Splendid beauty of poetry, calming insides with an
extracurricular activity, being insisted by another
individual from another country.
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Sensing inner desires tantalizing intellect with an absorbing
amount of colorful rhythm, insisting on effects of tomorrow's
evening background to light the essence of another dimension.
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Not being able to reach out a window to touch a bush being
blown about in the evening wind, unless using intellect and
sight to reach beyond the boundary of the wind, touching the
bush with my soul.
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Recognizing the traits of intelligence in others around me,
watching mechanisms turn within their brains intuitively.

Imagining the world inside of another is explicitly
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