RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking through life, being curious, wondering like
a child.

Intellect still holding onto beauty and innocence,
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Steps being taken towards heaven, walking through an
empty life, tears in my eyes, knowing that this is
goodbye.
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Lurid, hiding within forests of yesterday, not wanting
to move into the future.

Knowing that our world is falling into the cisterns of
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Sliding down passageways of intellect, watching
effervescent ideas and thoughts shimmering in
the darkness.
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Music harmonically playing in my mind, reminding me
of childhood when my Mom would play her harmonica
for us.
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Racing through melodies, letting them touch intellect
with their beautiful tones and tempos.

Surrounding my mind and subconsciousness with intrepid
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Explosions of our populations are a non-existent
nomenclature.
Abhorring imaginary visions and images of people,
blowing up and exploding, is much to grotesque to
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What do clouds do when we speed through them?
Does our jet tear them - rip them apart?
Or do we flow uncomfortably through them -
never touching any part of their holistic
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Geometric patterns lining earth's
crust in regal colors, able to be
seen miles above, watching and
looking from a window on our jet.
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