RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Stretching vines like elastic bands across great spans of imagination, so as not to touch the ground.
Not wanting to leave footprints etched in unmolded brain matter.
Preferring to leave it like virgin soil in the nighttime air.
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Snowbound in the middle of the desert, imagining the cooling effect proliferating throughout my mind.
Softening the echoes in drifts of white powder, easing the stress as I roll it into balls and throw it away from me.
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Soothing nerves with musical rhythms, attempting to remain calm through the hell of medical reality.
Wading through waves of turmoil, choosing to ride them to shore, instead of fighting my way into and out of them.
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Comparable sensations are found
in places least expected of them.
Those that have been examined and
found to be delicate reminders of our youth.
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Sending messages of caring to young ones through poetry and taking time to play and talk to them.
It's amazing how they open up and blossom when someone pays attention to them.
A wonderful way to share their little joys through poetry.
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Stars shining darkly in an inner sky, showing their despair in a corner where they are visible to those who look.
Reminders to us all of the sadness in this tired old world of misplaced dreams and hopes.
No more mention of a future being planned to fulfill the remainder of life.
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An inner child, being held a captive in a grown-up's senior body.
Not allowed to run free, unrestrained, or untethered in her last years of life.
Keeping her in a tightened personality of emotional content, afraid to let go.
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Ringing sounding the afternoon tribute to all that is reality, it's traits of perspective and perpendicular personality.
Continuing down countless lanes, beginning yesterday and traveling forward into the future.
Holding hands with some images, wanting to be a part of their world from yesterday's memory.
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Gardens of irresponsibility crop up in those around us who don't perform their jobs like they're supposed to.
Preferring instead, to goof off and not live up to their own expectations in life.
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Daylight has disappeared into evening and streetlights have come on to light our way.
Missing the sun as it spread it's bright countenance over earth, touching my skin with a warmth and some vitamin D.
Loving the way it shined on parts of things that it could touch, leaving the rest in shadows, hiding away from everyone's eyes.
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