RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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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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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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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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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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Holding my youngest granddaughter, looking into her eyes
with a heart filled with love.
Seeing lights reflected in her eyes from a disco ball and
light, as she sat mesmerized in a trance.
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Circling life, watching it's sorrow flow into my heart with
tears of tender grief from people who've died and left this
earth of mine bereft.
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Falling asleep, drifting into silent dreams, white with snow,
making me cold and shivering as if it was really the coldness
of reality.
Walking against the tides of yesterday's promises, taking all
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