RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Puzzley writing what is contained interiorly,
gripping canyons of intellect with ivy learning,
this side of consciousness.
Recognizing signs of tantamount existence with
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Watching minutes roll around a clock, counting down life's
time on earth with every rotation.
Not dwelling on unconscious thoughts because they intend
to only downplay our purpose here.
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Living alone in a nightmare of life, being depressed beyond
movement or motion, carelessly living on edges of mattresses,
too forlorn to reach out of self and help those more
unfortunate than me.
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Waving melodies towards my mind on gentle breaths of wind,
touching realms of distinct pleasure, affording a deepened
calm of repose.
Beauty splurging from ends of delicate branches attached
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Fragrant blossoms spraying their bouquets to my senses,
enlivening my spirit, lifting it beyond earthly borders
for moments in time.
Singly lining up against nature's scenery as life
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Storm clouds fill me interiorly with their heavenly
scented rain, waiting to pour upon me in torrents.
Radiating solarly from beneath heaven, becoming a
power unto itself as it fills me tearfully on days
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Watching people working behind the scenes, laboring under
the management of several bosses, attempting to do their
best with what they have in reserved talents.
Coping with stress and haphazard events, treating customers
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Unending whining regarding not enough money,
yet never going out and doing anything about
the predicament.
Crying, always, over not having enough money,
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Solitary meanings secreted inside each poem, lingering just
beneath the surface, taunting minds who read them.
Curiosity swirling in their circumference, taking time and
space for a ride continuously through mind's imagination.
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