RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Elvira, a name from the past, conjures up an image
dressed in black, hosting a scary movie program in
the evening for all to enjoy.
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In the known of life, all truths stand out on edges
of questions we think about often.

Forgetting our frustrations and doubts, we waltz
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Penetrating barriers of existence, symbols partake
of our minds, taking us on journeys into mountains
and forests along our pathways, remembering endeavors
long ago hidden away in closets of our minds.
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Pastels turning about the floor, attaching themselves
to people's clothes as they jitterbug and tango.

As bright colors search for just the right person to
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Withering beneath a blanket of aging thoughts,
crying silently with yesterday's memories,
attempting to continue going on alone.
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Stomping around this world in boots, well-worn.
Always attempting to find a place to settle down,
writing life messages into poems everyone can
view.
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Leaves of change altering our minds, delving into
reveries of silence, finding spirit-filled essences
building themselves inside us.
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Melodies of past traditions and Christmases' shining
into the darkness of today, illuminating images and
memories of relatives long past into heaven.
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Jumping, spinning, being real to the tune of beats
pounding rhythms into the atmosphere so everyone
can enjoy polka music.
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Scripting our journeys in lapses of time,
as we ride roller coasters of our life.
We comprehend decisions made in haste,
believing they were the right choices at
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