RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Riding through deserts filled with a lonely emptiness that
takes me into a peaceful restless state of mind.

Standing back, watching as everyone passes me by, leaving
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Riding roughshod through life, not wanting to speed up
or slow down, sliding into realms of another life that
used to be.
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Sitting on banks of the Delaware river once upon a time
when much younger, watching the water flow by, ducks
floating downstream nonplussed and contented.
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Intrigued with very intense and rapid rhythms, lolling
behind tempos, trying not to catch up, sating an intense
appetite that keeps growing.
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Rising up and down, elated with rhythms being played in a
staccato style, running tempos tackling my mind, chasing
down every note through measures of each melody.
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Going into edges of destiny, looking to find energy of past
memories, hoping to revive their images along the way, feel-
ing the feelings soaking into my heart.
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Stretching and shaking in an evening dusk, listening to
sounds of country-western music, saddened verses being
sung as guitars strum people's hearts of sorrow.
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Stationing self in a place of quiet stillness, able to see
in every direction, watching people in many dimensions toss-
ing rhythms about.
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Galloping into canyons of an interior desert, taking it
all in stride while focusing totally on the tempests
blowing across this arid desert.
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Reaching down into depths of my soul, touching the essence
and purpose of my life, giving it an energy it ordinarily
would never have in this life.
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