RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Tantalizing the wits of everyone listening
to Winchester Cathedral,
giving them pause as a voice rings out -
flattened - run over - out of tune.
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Small children running around the patio area,
exploring everything, watching each other run
and chasing after without any prompting whatsoever.
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Gentle breeze, pushing flower heads a little,
moving their shadows at the same time with an
invisible breeze.
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Straight as an arrow, reaching for the sky,
realizing that it'll never happen again,
because death has set in already.
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Drenched in sorrow, feeling very low,
wanting to disappear and become totally
invisible.
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Triangulating dimensions of nature,
watching it spread itself into atmospheres
bereft of beauty.
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Loving, closing around a person,
giving feelings of being wanted.
Reaching to another unselfishly,
through heart-felt senses for
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Secreted in a tunnel of natures' foliage,
trying to stay away from life for a while.

Taking steps further into catacombs,
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Negating every feeling within,
escaping from a deep emotional hell,
walking away without looking back.
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Sitting alongside inept people,
watching them get by with very little work.

Making a big show of toiling away,
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