RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Bending branches of trees hanging into a memory of
childhood, reminding me of all the good and wonderful
times had when climbing them every day.
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Late night laundry having to be done at the Laundromat,
a weekly duty.

Not minding at all because I'm saving money by not
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Beneath this heart of sorrow lives a being who has
fallen into the dismal depths of yesterday.

Looking about, seeing the world collapsing upon it-
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Wearily walking down lanes of yesterday, fatigued and
absolutely drained of energy.

Then putting in a CD, turning it on and listening to
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Depths of coldness do not penetrate this being
when writing.

Being in the present, keeps me warm and full
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Staccato sounding beats hitting places of my mind,
waking them to the awareness of a new cloud of
creativity
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Always blaming others for choices being made in life,
never taking responsibility for any of them.

Abusing wives, yelling, screaming, putting them down,
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Charging into sunsets of life, enjoying the beauty of
their brilliant hues as the sun sets upon the horizon
looking for sleep, tired from being bright all day.
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Symmetry in life is delicate and fragile, touching upon
designs and patterns this mind brings into focus.

Playing them like strings of a harp, composing music so
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Weeping into nights of loneliness as waves of sorrow crash
upon tears of this heart throughout moments of life now
devoid of love.
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