RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reading my mind, watching developing thoughts grow into prose and delicate stories of who I was and am.
Taking videos throughout the years, never forgetting a single moment in picturesque ideas, set in constant portraits before my mind.
Delicately folding all matter into many albums, treasured interiorly forever.
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Rationalizing life with unending excuses for not living it fully and using every iota of talent to make earth a better place for all mankind.
Using purposes fully, recognizing the potential in everyone, standing together and being considerate of all those you meet along the way.
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Silently wishing to meet a friend along the way.
To make the trip not so lonely, I pray.
Sometimes prayers aren't answered, as alone,
we go our way.
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Entering dimensions beyond my sphere of life,
liking moments spent in contemplation.
Listening attentively to beings beyond my sight
on the other side of death.
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Supporting life through many devices of creativity,
painting, art, music, writing.
Taking them altogether and building on their ingenuity,
designing mosaics of talent for future happiness.
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Bereavement filling me with it's presence, angering me with it's feelings and meanings of death.
Focusing on loved ones, wishing they were still here, feeling intensely, their absence, crying into many twilight evenings, alone in
familiar places.
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Wishing the time could be stopped for a day or two -
or maybe longer, so I could continue to stay in this
place of energetic musical writing.
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Thoughts coalescing inside, meeting with an intrepid silence of unfulfilled love that once promised to be mine forever.
Now, all that's left of it's beautiful feelings are bittersweet tears filling chalices of remorse through the years.
Wanting so much more from what we used to have, now I sit in saddened dejection, playing music in depths of lonely emptiness.
Alone in life, bereft of companionship as I play emotions in spaces of musical measures.
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