RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Solitarily finding expectations to conform to, as figures of design combine and collate in patterns of intellect.
A sounding off of expert guises, filling spaces left open by past departures of family as they pass into another dimension, away from us on earth.
Missing them, reminiscing about them in moments of despair as we walk alone without them.
Transpiring dreams following us in sleep, during the nights of awakening images, haunting our daydreams as well.
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Walking across desert sands as I contemplate puzzles of life,
reaching within to collate what mosaics I'm thinking about,
giving me spaces to create nostalgic new forms of ideals just
thought of.
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Searching glances, following eyes of wisdom through
education's dull and undisputed unlearning factors
piled high through the years.
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Time fills echoes with portents of
tomorrow.
Spinning on tiptoe through valleys
of deepening awe, astounding even
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Etching dialogues on walls of my mind,
picturing life as it walks along
breaths of living.
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Lengthening shadows falling across darkened corners,
giving off vibrations of being involved, secluded
from particles of existent fortunes.
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Catching beats in rhythms of calculating endeavors,
trying to observe any sides of cognition.
Lifting melodies to soaring alcoves, reaching
outskirts of brain matter and locking all particles
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Writing constantly on lines of abbreviation,
causing others to pause and think about what
is going on around them in seconds of
seclusion.
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Catching rays of blinding thought and placing it
onto blank precise spaces, offering patterns of
brilliant light.
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Juggling life within spheres of English and grammar,
punctuating just in time with correct marks of
exclamations.
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