RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Stone cold passages keep moving through foyers of long ago,
tunneling beneath the ground, having all that is needed in
this wonderful world of unheeded favorite thoughts.
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Living into senior years with a sadness always at the edges
of it, thinking back, wondering how you ever made it in one
piece to where you are right here in this place.
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Noticing every little sound and image as a baseball
game participates without me.
Hearing bats crack as players hit balls, crowds
screaming into thin, cooled air without a trace of
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Formulating inarticulate speech, mind full of jargon
and incomplete sentences.
A soliloquy, patronizing, full, replete, addressing
no public figures nor humanity's inquisitors.
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Sandy feelings grinding against me as waves crash
beneath the boardwalk at Seaside Heights, New
Jersey.
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Whipping out honky tonk blues, twisting
and turning them onto the dance floor
where all can see and participate.
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Blanketing everything in so many beautiful justifications
of living in a freedom of joyful anticipation, coming into
junctions of eternal beauty.
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Inner tangents being smoothed like glass with water flowing
constantly over them.

Portraying intrepid sights of noncommittal, while holding
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Wandering pathways of shyness, wondering how it came about
and lasted this far into adulthood.

Always having wanted to be out going and the life of the
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