RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Falling into an abyss of grief, not even trying to get out, just succumbing to it's deathly pull into nothingness.
Failing to realize any senses touching me, numb beyond all recognition.
Forestalling every motion as I walk down deeper into the black hole it has created.
Which in reality is set deeply within my being for all time.
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Taking time to think, remembering all the times of happiness and joy with great clarity.
Sensing quiet emotions hidden for years beneath tears of sadness.
Following pathways into forests of yesterday, expanding future memories with a little bit of old.
Time consuming in interminable periods of nonchalant character, becoming ominous on dreary days of silent being.
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Lengthening shadows of yesterday's memories lead me into pools of sorrow, where I can wade through their images and feelings, holding on to heart-felt emotion with an energy of rhythm.
Signals portray sentences filled with words leading me into forests of newly created literature bound for someone to read in future books.
Listening closely, heeding meanings with wisdom's guidance and easy-going pace.
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Dancing through nighttime dreams,
keeping pace with beats of my heart.
Intolerable conditions during daylight
hours give vent to many visions while asleep.
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Twisting, turning, tangling themselves into limber,
slender arms of a desert plant.
Beautiful to behold, green, spiny looking, amazingly
soft to the eyes.
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A little hollow in the midst of limbs and leaves,
a fragile sparrow sits looking up and down at his surroundings.
Eyeing everything in sight, sizing up some mysterious situation with innate knowledge bestowed upon him.
An intimate look at one of nature's creatures filled
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