RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Haphazard Ways - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Angels flying all around, protecting and energizing the
totality of my being.
Researching anticipated pleasures of sensuous realizations
coming forward into spacious realms.
All barriers are down and I'm totally open to everything
absent from life right now.
Catching afterthoughts in mitts left out on fields of
yesterday's baseball games.
Worn and tattered, but still good for what I need them to
be used for.
Quality of articles from the past was much better than it
is today, where everything is plastically breakable and
made just to be thrown out after usually just one use from
Things sure are different now than they used to be and it's
hard to adjust to the incredibly haphazard ways of modern
living and techniques.
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