RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Woe is falling around like hail from a hailstorm,
hitting me squarely in the heart, not letting me
escape it's sorrowful grasp.
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Shouting into the stillness with a purpose of destinations.
Figuring out how to penetrate walls of future detachment, climbing out of canyons, taking nature on a spiral of beauty, innately being touched by souls from beyond.
Situated in caverns, deeply set in time, leaving no stone unturned, giving outwardly, each thought of tomorrow.
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Coping with reality through music, art and poetical musings, holding on to life's rhythm through them all.
Bereft of human comforts, left out in still cold winter depths, unafraid of it's effects on me as I stand silently, being filled with all it's harboring feelings.
Sensing death always alongside me, taking me away slowly, in it's own time.
Never giving me a choice, taking particles along the way.
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Receding feelings, ebbing and rising at times.
Taking the waves as they come, relaxing,
floating with the changing tides of life,
because there's not much else one can do under
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Not wanting to know another, feeling cold and empty inside, left to my own devices as I mature in an aged environment of sorrow.
Carefully touching my face, feeling the tears holding on for dear life, afraid to let go, lest they fall, disappearing forever, leaving me in an empty, arid shell.
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Reading the music playing in my mind, listening to every tone and inflection of each note as it fastens itself to words that flow so easily into every poem I write.
So eloquently, cascading like a waterfall from my mind into deep calm pictures of words, like pools sent from heaven.
Holding the tears of a lifetime - those both of joy and sorrow, reflecting a life of poetical musings through musical rhythms.
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Evening shadows coming out from hiding all day,
stretching their limbs, adjusting their eyes to
see around them.
Listening attentively to all that is being said
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Testifying in examples of piety,
processing testaments of life's measures,
although impatiently.
Taking care to portray reality in it's
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Inner beating of my heart's rhythm,
blending with every breath I take in.

Keeping me in places of eternal guidance,
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