RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Feeling sad, singing the blues through tears of yesterday,
nothing to help these blues to dissipate or fade into the
distance.
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Listening to that train whistling it's lonesome tune into the
atmosphere, hoping to hear an answering and welcome one coming
back at it.
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Living and dying over and over in this earthly life, no choices
seeming possible as voices of the past continue to weep on the
other side of death's black curtains.
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Heart melting into feelings of misplaced desires, not having
any regard for mysteries of life or a way to search their
puzzling effects upon each of us.
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Quietly unfolding in the midst of rhythms, writing solely to
the anguish that takes hold in moments of sorrow.

Cupping hands together, filling them with tears that continue
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Everyone having a great time, dancing, enjoying songs of life
that illuminate what happens here on earth.

Taking lemons at times and making lemon meringue pies, having
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Voices keeping time with guitars and drums, their tempos
following lines of musical notes.

Trailing in waves of emotion, feelings delving quietly
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Rocking to the music building itself within this soul and
spirit, quietly frothing in silence, oceans of tender feel-
ings being rocked in the freedom of life's beliefs.
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Walking along paths of yesterday's life, holding onto feelings
of what used to be, untold memories being reflected in all di-
rections, at times being airborne.
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Living in a world of fake people intent on doing things their
way, offending and being mean to others, what's wrong with so
many people these days?
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