RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sitting in an office, fearing talking at times when memories
take hold and won't let go.

Looking out a window high enough to see sky and tops of trees,
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Under the dirty eyes of abandonment, watching people who
have used and left others stranded.

Alone, waiting for answers, wondering what was done to
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Rapturous moments musically set in time, allowing no room
for misunderstanding, melodies spoken complacently in notes,
rhythms, spell-binding, bent.
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Rigid roses, blooming in their emptiness, softly defining
meaning and fullness of an entire lateral planet.

Perfumed scent sailing far into the heavens, unclaimed in
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Soundlessly falling, tearing apart the fabric of being,
sanctioned upon earmarks of holiness.

Not to be mistaken as someone of this world, walking
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Immortal draftsman of the heavens, painting centerfolds
of glorious beauty.

Stepping back, holding up a thumb, checking perspectives,
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Sunset rising before me, attaching pastels of quiet
rainbows held tremulously behind realms of earth.

Brought out at night to mix and play with the setting
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Stilted ploys of learning, transporting imagination to
higher stages of knowledge.

Filing out of the classroom on beams of light, unafraid
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All that I write will someday be all that is left of me.

No more words will be expressed in books of poetry, no
more ink impressing paper.
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A wakening breath, a hint of morning, absorbing mindless
empty storage of memories.

Winding amidst tall pines struck by lightening, ideas are
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