RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Here in the kitchen, sitting at Tushar's house, his wife
finding it difficult without him, house seems deathly
filled with his emptiness.
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Drumming patterns of rhythms into my mind, creating many
designs that are being stirred through imagination and
placed in forms of ideas and thoughts.
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One stop environment, where a waterfall flows incessantly
and thoughts are always flowing, never stopping, keeping
the beauty of instantaneous thoughts ready to unfold from
my mind and into a poem.
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Around the clock, second hand racing, paying no attention
to schedules or agendas, leaving us high and dry, nothing
to do except rush around or be late for everything we want
or need.
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Tantalized by an intense fervor, leading me into depths
of life's sorrow and grief, being lowered into caverns
of emptiness and loneliness, .
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Switching back into the past, lights being shut off,
darkness blinding and taking away everything we've
ever known.
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Bureaucracy is the foremost problem government has today,
making quadruplicate papers filed, triplicates, then
duplicates made along with more copies for twenty diff-
erent files.
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Every day is so volatile, nothing to soothe or calm inner
feelings, nothing coming into the atmosphere of spiritual
enlightenment, it's silence is deafening.
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Gently rocking, tucking in thoughts, sweet dreams soon
to be forthcoming, silent and peaceful, life settleing
into it's depths.
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Steadily beating, rhythms of my heart keeping me going
throughout life, musically silencing doubts and fears
lying about.
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