RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sitting in a Cliff Castle
Casino bar up in the Verde Valley.
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Corners hidden from view, watching for opportune
times to appear.

Dragging their secrets out, screaming and yelling,
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Catering to essentials of life's needs, signaling synapses,
telling them to connect and appear in visions of spectacular
beauty.
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Comprehending existential expressions of philosophy
as they were written centuries ago and placed in
books.
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Memories silently passing through, showing me the good
times of my life, disregarding the bad experiences and
suffering, leaving trials and tribulations behind me.
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Sorrowful silence finding a desert oasis in a jungle
of cacti and excruciating arid heat.

Listening carefully to accents of habitual desert
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Stranded in lines of possibilities, weighing processes of
imagination against innate talent.

Coming up with bountiful experiences to be written in land-
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Ragged rhythms, standing end to end,
fitting themselves into designs of
today's routines.
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Soaring ever higher, flying to outskirts of reality,
testing it's edges, walking along them, watching for
a break or gap to escape it's circumstantial
circumference.
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Violins, playing in my mind, touching strings of perfection,
engulfing perfect pitch within a solitary being.

Entire meanings sacrificing themselves for an ultimate
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