RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Blowing wind raked itself through my body, tearing apart
insides, scattering little bits of truth and knowledge,
causing them to rearrange themselves into a bedlam of
confusion.
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Light, abundantly flowing, being absorbed by eyes,
watching tirelessly in early evening.

Saturated with the lies of daily life, not wanting
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Waking to the insistent repetition of life standing still,
watching the rainbows turn gray with defeat.

Drumming steadily, falling continuously like the rain,
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Wavering within, shadows of the past, rise and fall,
taking forbidden memories and standing aside to let
them be known.
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Silver shining in spatial rooms of solitary
lining.

Filled with an uneasy expectancy of short -
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Age creeps upon us slowly, showing first in our surroundings,
as piles of newspapers climb ever higher.

Stacks of magazines are strewn throughout, giving our room
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Life grows endlessly in a dream, reality allows just one
moment at a time to be seen.

Incongruent demarcation is a constant revelation unseen
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Taking in stride, the appalling lack of coordination and
feelings of helplessness.

All the wonder and fun dispersed because of a lapse in
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Elderly frailty needing a rest, an elderly gentleman
sits on the edge of a potted tree.

Quietly talking, smiling, nodding, looking so cute
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Listening to an Editor from Writer's Digest, a boring
interlude, mind strays, eyes wander to the ceiling.

Glistening jewels hanging above, capturing my mind,
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