RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Shaking off the darkness of yesterday's loss,
attempting to find something to bring me back
into a semblance of life.
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Lying in bed, looking at the ceiling, wondering why
I cannot get up.

Reluctantly waking, mind thinking of you, a tired
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Separating life from death with intellect and imagination,
boldly imagining effervescent senses of life and then pro-
jecting them into the throes of death.
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Thunder clapping incessantly within the storm
of my life, enjoying it's thunderous sounds,
feeling vibrations touching and energizing the
process of thought.
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Playing the piano interiorly, sensing notes and tones
as they come into being, realizing the beauty of their
beginnings, middle and endings.
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Running through forests of American ingenuity, giving
and receiving elements of positive reinforcement.

Placing an incessant posture of livelihood into the
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Interesting and sublime, our minds become excited
with thoughts of the future that were just an idea
of the past.
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Listening to echoes of the past recalling life
that existed only yesterday.

Wanting to be engulfed within it's possibilities,
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Heart beating incessantly, hoping that I will again
hear yours as you lie next to me.

Yet, it is only my mind playing tricks on me, making
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Impossible dreams leading me into depths of sorrow's
beliefs.

Meanings have no definitions to procure incessant
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