RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

This night as others like it are overflowing with
sorrow.

Openly, this aching heart admits it's pain is heavy,
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Dangling by many small threads, life in it's embroidered
lace gown sits delicately on a balance beam.

If a thread so much as blows a little to the left or right
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Shadows lying over the pavement, trying to keep warm.

Growing larger, stretching out farther, trying to
cover more territory.
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Wanting to yell and scream, rant and rave - throw a temper
tantrum, instead, sitting here as if already interred within
my grave.
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Sudden death quietness descends upon earth, as the moon
throws a blanket over the sun to blot out the day.

Vocalizing sounds throughout the day, nature has now
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Life grows endlessly in a dream, reality allows just one
moment at a time to be seen.

Incongruent demarcation is a constant revelation unseen
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Taking in stride, the appalling lack of coordination and
feelings of helplessness.

All the wonder and fun dispersed because of a lapse in
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Elderly frailty needing a rest, an elderly gentleman
sits on the edge of a potted tree.

Quietly talking, smiling, nodding, looking so cute
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Listening to an Editor from Writer's Digest, a boring
interlude, mind strays, eyes wander to the ceiling.

Glistening jewels hanging above, capturing my mind,
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Comma. Comma. Comma.

Never begin a poem with a comma.
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