RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Life is cornered in a circle,
no where to travel except in
it's own circumference.
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Looking at frosted glass with a
sense of beyond, feeling there
is more to know.
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Solemnly on wings of prayer,
daylight filters down through
clouds of misty haze.
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Waving gently like seaweed in the ocean, willow trees
sway slowly in an afternoon breeze.

Silently lifting spirits with their peaceful, serene
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Rolling, topsy-turvy, over the heated pavement,
looking for some coolness beneath a shady tree.

Crackling, banging it's head, just as it finds
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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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