RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Mom, I hear your distant voice calling from pits of
desperation, holding gently, seeking inspiration to
quell this inner need of death.
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Hurrying through life, looking for happiness,
searching for companionship.

Walking into relationships without thinking,
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Memories straying into view, taking me into depths of
hallways, filled with their everlasting paintings and
murals, being taken quietly into tomorrow's interior
halls of fame.
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Interesting facets of life rally around
music as it lifts spirits and takes us
to other lands right here inside intellect.
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Life standing all around, amidst the turmoil of death.

Managing life's transitions is not easy, it's barely
manageable.
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Love and laughter have fallen silently within.
Tears of joy have joined and mingled with pools
of sadness.
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Soulfully searching inner dimensions of being, calculating the distance between imagination and creativeness.
Aligning facets of subconscious ideals with those of conscious thought.
Silhouetted against a blackened forest, filled with notions of mind-dimensional expansion.
Forgotten appraisals, lying by the wayside, forlorn in their ageless misery.
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