RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

The sun is setting on my mood of sadness, darkening the light that needs to stay behind and help me find my way towards another day.
Brighter perhaps, taking me along to an interior future of idealic purposes.
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Taken by an insistent thought, delving deeply into my mind, finding a complacent nook to settle into.
Rightly, holding to everything important in life's destiny.
Comparing all manner of images to feelings stirring within.
Labyrinths opening up, swallowing it all as pathways continue moving up mountainous hills into unexplored terrain.
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Strumming life's music with banjo sounds of literary fundamentals.
Savoring the tones as they stream into my mind with clarity and accuracy.
Taking me on journey's through memory's times, holding hands
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Inherent learning sits within,
patiently putting together words to live by and for.
Testing stamina of interior reality as it takes over
life - sustaining efforts on our behalf.
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Debating silently over debilitating facts, acknowledging their efficacies yet not wanting to face anything as yet.
Running rampant, over selective ideas, burying and hiding all that is dear.
Lolling around atmospheres of hidden refrain, calculating moments spent in fear.
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Walking the walls of eternity, drinking in sights along the way; memorizing every detail to bring with me on the journey home.
Carefully stepping from one brick to another in middle-age, then gingerly holding a cane in one hand as a senior citizen.
As the wall narrows down toward the end, no room to push a wheelchair or stretcher, taken off and placed in a coffin - finally pushed into a hearse, awaiting burial.
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Like a mosquito flying up above, through the clouds, with wheels hanging down like hands of a mosquito.
Flying free and higher than a bug, my secret love is to fly always in the sky.
Flying is a secret passion and not mosquito-type at all.
Just flying high in a plane - that's all.
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Hurrying slowly through morning hours, anticipating noon and
evening pleasures with wanton desire.
Caressing soothing thoughts within a mind mellowed with peace
for the time being - wondering randomly what the rest of today
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Shore lines lazily weaving in and out along the sandy beach.
Waves running, catching up to jetties, crashing whitely over top.
Blue water as far as can be seen, rolling gently, softly before me.
An ocean's beauty set poetically before me in nature.
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Alighting on a misstep in the wake of discovery, finalizing preparations for future destinies.
Startling events into turning upside down, laughter rising from unknown depths.
Wandering aimlessly, walking into zones of unfriendly misconceptions, stepping on no one's toes.
All the while, singly finding new ways of doing things.
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