RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Half a moon hiding quietly in the sky, timidly peeking out
at earth's nighttime dream.

Quietly thinking of the new day's birth, counting the few
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Looking up, seeing everything new, alive, shiny, feeling the
vibrancy touching my soul, lifting my eyes higher, setting
sights on God, my Father.
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In the evening of my life, I wait patiently, looking
forward to the times I may see you with my heart.

Sensing your wisdom slowly, over the years coming to
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Noises deep within are begging to be let loose so they can
fly away.

Strangling on their chokened dust, raw beneath their throats,
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Patiently waiting for a turn to speak, looking out the window
and watching birds sneak through the sky, flapping their wings
in rhythm to keep their bodies flying in the air.
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Sitting straightly in his chair, Father reads about the history
of the creed, studiously learning all he does not know for a presentation he will soon be giving.

Nervously, under a lot of pressure, he fidgets while he reads,
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Nighttime lightening into dark, bringing dusk's shade
down upon my brow.

Expectantly waiting for something to happen, in silence
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Clouds piled thick in my mind, floating lightly over thoughts
which are tucked safely inside.

Waiting patiently in the lobby of distant ideas, time creeping
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Mountains sitting in snow covered cold, praying, rock
fingers clasped tightly together, symbols of God's holy
word, etched forever in heaven.
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Blinding anger brushed aside, given no importance to,
feelings pent up with no where else to go, turn in
and find a place to hide.
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