RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Staccatoly pounding chords and notes on the piano of
my heart, playing for another through the years, never
counting the cost in moments of time.
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Living on earth can be so devastating when you are left
waiting in spaces of time, having been forgotten.

Worn ragged, torn within from shards of life and loss
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Splashing into effervescent pools of loneliness, being
sated by it's lonesome tears through the years.

A being of life unfolding and drinking in the beauty
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Watching leaves scurrying, racing, toppling over one
another to reach the last rays of sunlight, wanting
to gather some warmth before night falls.
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Shadows of our national flag waving in the wind against
a building at the senior center.

Watching the flag itself furl and unfurl at the whim of
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Awakening thoughts crowding around intellect, wanting
to be the first to be heard, clamoring for attention
in a poem.
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As we grow older we seem to lose our wonder and
enthusiasm for life and living it.

We no longer grasp the tragedy of dying young,
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As we grow older our enthusiasm should be intensified
for we create value in our lives, it becomes more
precious to us.
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Living in the hell of humanity, finding human being to
be so fickle, undependable, always flitting from one
thing to another in life.
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Sailing away into the sunset, love having died and
left the shores of this life forevermore.

Bereft, lonely, forsaken and abandoned, living an
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