RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Peering into picture windows upon a library wall,
seeing reflections of outdoors in colorful,
picturesque images.
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As loneliness pours from my eyes, this heart is
being squeezed to death in sorrow.

Forgetting to fulfill life, death stalks slowly,
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Tender life, gently growing, seeing the world close
around you, timidly reaching out to touch and explore
it's little tiny universe, a tender life is left
yearning to discover more.
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Reflections in a mirror, portraying images through
windows once filled with broken life.

Now at a standstill, cracked and faded memories
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Water wavering slightly at the gentle touch of the wind,
air all around filled with the fragrance of soon to come
rain.
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Winds shaking trees within it's gripping clutches,
throttling their long necks, causing them to jerk
and twist about.
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Blowing gently, leaves of my mind, into sounds of a
harmonica being played by my Mom throughout childhood.

Listening carefully as she played her favorite songs,
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Looking out into the future of nature, seeing it's
tenuous mountains standing erect and protective all
around our thriving city.
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Looking up into a tree, it's branches looking deadened,
scratching my eyes with their forlorn presence.

Taking away, thinking of their beauty once so much
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Sitting outside by a fountain, flowing with innate
energy around the pool, surrounding it.

Spider webs, invisible until a gentle breeze comes
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