RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Covered in sand-colored sleep, tired from this heavenly
journey of sisterly love.
Holding preciously beautiful moments of family life
cupped within memories of my soul.
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As we shake, rattle and roll through the skies,
our descent is imminent.
Eyes crossing skies in pale misty excrement,
holding closely only to air currents invisible
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Billowing recognition vies to
catch us off guard when seeing
someone we know and can't
remember who they are.
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Candlelit music voicing
melody's opinions, taking
notes and creating etudes
of longevity.
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Leaves dancing in the wind, whispers floating on noon
air, being blown about by statues standing rigidly on
top sides of the Orpheum.
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Sending silent messages with a clarity of unknown
detachment.
Swallowing endeavors beyond latent territories,
sending them adrift into a wild orange time.
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Individual qualities shine in some people, helping
them become a success in life.

People always around them, wanting to be near by,
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Intriguing and irresistible, never giving me a moment
of despair as I listen to music and write my life away
on pages of poetry journals.
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Tasting savory scents of intellect as they fall from
rhythms into my mind.

Watching as thoughts grow and blossom like flowers
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Somewhere in a crowded room is a person whom God has
decided that I should cross paths with.

Striking up conversations with different personalities,
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