RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking into the courtyard, looking at all the cacti,
feeling a little exhilarated, knowing that they are
alive and breathing like life is supposed to be.
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Loving to listen to rock and roll, finding an unending
plethora of songs at the Hideaway.

Combing through and holding onto every one of them in
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Foaming waters traveling around rocks, peering from under
the river's water, not able to go rushing downstream with
the rapids streamlining forward.
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Tears falling under midnight skies, scrapping against
the rawness of newly acquired abandonment.

Carelessly gave trust away and have been badly hurt
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A burden of grief hangs quietly, keeping me hidden
from those who want to talk.

Misty-eyed, alone, afraid to reach through the
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Silencing effects of rhythms, centering in my mind as
flattened notes flow past on aged beats in time.
Once again drumming situates itself in deepened ends
of my mind's wells, drinking spiritually from depths
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Watching gusting winds outdoors, blowing brazenly through-
out the courtyard, grasping hold of our American flag,
helping it to flow into the air and wave bravely for our
country no matter what state it is in.
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Living in a painful environment, being filled with
it, tears falling into cupped hands.

Tired of all the hurt, caused by this body slowly
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Leaving earth, traveling in my mind to places where I
can entertain myself without having to worry about
physical ailments.
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