RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Windows of glass and mirrors held together with concrete and
steel.

Monstrosities of a race in love with self, greed and other
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Silent hopelessness sits in many people, as they wait like
cattle in pens, trying to apply for food stamps and AHCCCS.

Giving up their self-esteem and pride, answering private
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Interpreting life through hundreds of words each and every
day through poetry.

Unlikely subjects at times come into an expressive existence
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2: 14 p.m.
Living in and through each poem and book that has been
written, enjoying the environment that has been created
with an innate talent.
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Yesterday, we spent our time living life together,
now on this ending horizon, separating, choosing
our own paths to eternity.
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Bright orange sun, burning into my memory as slowly,
darkness begins to overtake it, putting it to bed.

A welcome sign this evening as I go to see my Aunt
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Stone cold sorrow, touching a heart, bleeding
from intensive pain.

Conflicting emotions covering every new feeling,
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Risking everything in the light of darkness, surrounding
tired interior feelings, standing in corners.

Withholding sympathy from a heart filled with tears of
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Walking carefully upon a wall of block, being watchful with every step of the way.
Scanning the horizon as he proceeds down it's length, watching for places that would trip him in his ascent into history.
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Waking from reveries, no longer asleep, standing on banks of new beginnings, hoping to locate many fastidious factions of energy.
Believing in times of complacency, taking all I've learned and woven it into a likeness of wisdom's patterns.
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