RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Signaling an emptiness of sorts, filling me interiorly with displaced tears, setting me up to be lonely in the coming days.
Sitting in front of a cold, empty fireplace, feeling no warmth being emitted, no conversation being carried on, just sitting alone on a bear rug in the middle of my winter desert.
Feeling hopelessly lost, wary of any contact, yet, looking, hoping, for the one person who'll seek me out and befriend me in the loneliness of last days on earth.
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Stringently taking hold of every response my heart feels as they close in and grip me fearfully in tears,
afraid I'll disappear in the darkness of other's desires that they try to hold me with.
Longing only to fight and keep limits and boundaries away from my mind,
I resist every effort of other people to put me under their control.
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Silencing voices, trying to raise a ruckus in my mind with doubts of others.
Sentencing them to corners of my mind, not wanting to listen to them anymore as I move forward,
not touching their empty words with my mind.
Leaving behind every nuance and undigestible tidbit of lasting emptiness.
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Rocking interiorly, keeping pace with my own private rhythm, I seek nothing more than the words to describe my talent as it writes itself out on paper.
Keeping time with signs and peaceful designs moving in patterns of notes as they transcribe melodies for me to hear and describe to others.
Full of signals and patterns, on closer examination, becoming three-dimensional in my mind.
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Titillating an energy of fortitude, exercising strength
of character and truth.
Lending an arm of reality to aid along the way on paths
of integrity.
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Halos floating above my angel, as she watches over me.
Signaling facets of love as they grow beyond limits of
earth.
Stretching and expanding life wide open, for possibilities
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So crisp, so stark, so beautiful - mountains soaring to
the skies, touching clouds with their jagged peaks.
So clear, so rugged, standing always at attention,
looking down, watching religiously over us.
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Exact timing bringing precision to steps in dancing,
the drummer keeping time and everyone in line.
A fantastic gathering of talent, musical and dancing.
Decorations galore, everywhere you look, while
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Sensing an empathy below the music, emanating from the crowd.
Feeling the excitement mounting, bringing people to their feet.
Wooly Bully being played, everyone enjoying it's beat, dancing
however they can in their imaginations and laying it all on the
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