RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Happy just to BE again.
Looking around, enjoying activity going on.
Watching the guys play pool and joke around.
A pleasant environment in every aspect, one in which I seem to grow, because of the acceptance the guys give me.
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Traveling across and into centers of life, exploring and discovering all manner of being.
Supplanting gardens of eden into those of imaginative intellect.
Slowly rehearsing landscapes as they speed by on their way to destinations unknown right now.
Solace being transposed in deeply set emotions, calming them down and relieving their anxiety.
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Ripples running through a melody,
taking us in turn.
Giving us a feeling of euphoria,
bringing a smile to our tired faces.
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Desert walking, music talking to me in inspiring words,
waiting on another who's always late for everything in
life's expectations.
Fulfilling purposes with delightful tones, keeping them
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Silent memories, echoing past days of
loving and promises of future beginnings.
Turning me around, taking me from death's
doorstep to a compilation of yesterday's
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Speculating on another time, rehearsing
remarks made and answers hesitantly given.
Unwritten words, settling for extremes of
open-ended conversations.
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A timid woman, nervous, yet unafraid to
take the microphone in front of a small crowd.
Voice gently singing in time with her heart.
Letting the beauty of her soul emanate in a
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Photographic memories being sorted through over the years.

Watching moments cross visions in pictures, precious to a
heart, allowing a bittersweet love to suddenly appear in
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