RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Pages, turning pages, filtering through sorrow of a lifetime,
so sure of death, all wishing spent with this desire.

Truthfully, never hoping or praying for another day on earth,
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Water cascading off of water fountain falls, soothes
and refreshes my soul with laughter, gentle and calming.
Days and years, filled with stress and hardship, melting
away in a placid space of poetry.
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Strutting down pathways of sleepless joy, wandering
wherever I happen to find myself.
Spreading a blanket and having a picnic at the
expense of my soul.
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Universally straddling global fences, watching cosmic
issues penetrate daily news with pandemic catholic
abuses from priests and nuns alike.
Planetary movements glide through ubiquitous moments
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Sounding timidly in a song of yesterday, unsure of
it's lasting rhythm and if I can keep up with it.
Leaving the passion in gifts to be opened on later
dates in the future.
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Selecting words, fitting them into lyrics of songs
I create.
Feeling tempos beating inside, giving measures of
happiness to fill my days.
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Rushing into the beginnings of new life, alive in
Christ tonight.
Totally availing of everyone's presence, we are
continuing His work as we let our dreams go back
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Little Granddaughter, waiting patiently at home for
my arrival, so we can play Barbie's and have some
fun together, until her Daddy gets home from work.
Always a comfort to her, having Grandma beside her,
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Ferns spreading themselves through my mind, touching
particles that feel them intensely.
Dusting off their slender fingers, they continue to
settle, easing stress as I watch them standing still
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