RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Settling into the evening quietly, just people watching,
entertaining myself with their actions, observing every
detail at length.
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Favorite song enlivening this poet, heart belonging to its rhythms, thinking about this life and its ending, wondering how and where it will end.

Looking at everything as if it's the first and last time that it will be seen in the coming days, this mere poet taking this soul into heavenly gates above.
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Hearing a voice coming from some unknown source,
touching my mind carefully with a gentle hand.
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Sharing with others should always be done while we're on
earth, taking care of each other, leaving hatred, violence
and intolerance to die like weeds in the hot Arizona sun.
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Strutting through a crystal desert, walking into its arid environment pulling water from within every body, dehydrating and leaving them alone.

Letting them wander into and out of cacti standing guard while watching those people who take nothing for granted, yet wanting everything to be handed to them.
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Family tradition, the best in the world, passed from
one generation to another with agility and grace.
Welcoming, fully tantalizing, enfolding all family
members, holding roots through the centuries.
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In the lap of luxury, sitting in the lobby at Revlon,
waiting for a friend to come back.

Looking around seeing there are square tubes hanging
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Riding, galloping into deserts and mountains, resting
in the saddle, feeling at ease in my particular element
of life.
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Turning away from incessant whispers and calls from inside
of sorrow's darkened hallways.

Knowing the outcome every time will be that of intense pain
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Devastatingly beautiful, peaceful soul and spirit lying in
cancer's embrace, dying minute by minute before our eyes.

Memories flash quickly in and out of our lives together
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