RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Recognition of life is secreted within our souls,
we never find it until we have died and gone to heaven.

There we are reminded of the temporary station of life
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Intellect and mind have been rejected over and over,
strangling and shoving me in corners.

Never listening to what I think is best for me as is
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Flute-like melodies softly touch the chords of remembering
within my mind.

Delicately, lacily, fingering notes to reach my heart and
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Life quietly set aside as words form interiorly in a mind of
collected thoughts.

Ideas and inventions, crowding around, pleading for
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Pursuing the idleness of memories, tip toeing through hallways
afraid of waking them, afraid of the remorse which will pour
forth consciously.
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Life has turned so far around that it's purpose has been lost,
it's destiny misplaced inside a shell of emptiness.

Pain residing upon the face of fate, unnoticed by all through-
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There are far more treasured moments in life than I have
experienced, I have known a very few of which I can remember.

Memoires of holding my little brother's hand as we walked
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Light filling my tired eyes, penetrating the sleepiness
inside, mind falling slowly, diving into the vestures
of awakened sleep.
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Sitting outside, looking into my mind, finding exhaustive
levels of remembrance there.

A holy place residing quietly within, nourishing the soul,
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Wires connecting lights to electrical power, like synapses
of the brain energize our mind to think and light up with
knowledge.
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