RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Thoughts turning to Aunt Alice for today's her birthday, writing
and wondering what she's doing for her birthday now that my dear
Uncle Nunzio is no longer here.
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Watching the sun rise this morning, the sky red as a rose in
gardens of Eden, blossoming across the entire sky, a beauti-
ful portrait of God's artistic grace.
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Watching silently as day begins, touching our spirits quietly
with peace and tranquility, nothing to interfere with God's
grace and blessings.
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Once we live our lives and come to our sunsetical shores, we
seem to find an acceptance through time for death, having
lived through experiences and adventures of life.
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Running along shores of an interior life, feeling the peace
and tranquility of our souls and spirits, their blending
contributing to their imaginational intellect.
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Light blue sky, an occasional white cloud lazily drifting by,
a gentle breeze blowing palm fronds in a slow waltz, a rhythm
all their own.
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One third of the moon looking upon earth, shadows covering
over the rest of it, settled in a light blue morning sky
above.
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Settled into a lackadaisical mood, not wanting to move into
the day as yet, just wanting to write poetry and listen to
music.
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Looking up, hands of God seem to be playing with clouds above,
stacking them just so, balancing them in unique and fascinat-
ing ways all across the sky.
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On a rooftop across the street, shadows are lying stretched out,
relaxing in mid morning, seemingly not interested in moving a-
bout or playing.
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