RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

In the air, looking out an airplane window, feeling the
thrill of being airborne again.

It's exhilarating, fun, looking down upon many mountains
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Thinking of you with this heart brought your picture to mind,
lovingly looking at you, seeing love coming back into me.

You are wonderful, understanding, and I plan on loving you
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Time lengthening it's stay, curtailing ambition to prey upon
eons lost in nighttime furor.

Ghosts parading their images down dimly-lit halls, sparingly
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All of life flows under bridges, spanning years filled with
it's beauty, yet crippled by it's strife.

Sounding trumpets throughout the voice of intuitive silence,
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Deep in wonder, saturated with unbelief, the road of life
uphill, cascades through eternity without any frills or
lace upon it's brow.
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Sifting through daily activities, searching for clues to an
innate identity does not satisfy any inner yearnings.

Quietly forbidding, the essence of creativity lies waiting
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Incessant rhythm of sadness sets itself within, casting about
self-doubt and insecurity.

Placing the tragedy of life untold, on front pages of a mind,
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Depths of my soul burn within, pivoting inside with the
tranquility of past scenes in childhood.

Marching dancily throughout ancient history of a clouded
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End, the end of all thought and practice of ideas, escaping
from this darkened tunnel of life, fearful of the affront
of deadly images crawling forth.
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Vacationing in the presence of an interior mind, finding
peaceful dreams that only a being of poetry can have.

Only wanting to be where rhythms of life will enfold and
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