RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Counting seconds of life, taking them all in stride.
Wishing for hope to become present and functioning
in my time.
Wanting to be a part of something grand and wonderful,
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Listening to grief being hidden in music and singing,
touching hearts and minds alike with this silent
wisdom of the soul.
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Precious memories of the past sidle up to minds,
alerting them with reverberations, touching hearts
in silent persuasion, forging new images of the
same scenes.
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Enjoying a moment of respite after a hectic morning
is satisfying to my soul.
Listening to Peggy and Neil singing through their
sorrow, attempting to find some relief in grief by
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Motion and direction emanating from people's legs
and feet, tapping and dancing in time to the beer
barrel polka.
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Black clouds lacily wrapping a light blue sky in a
gentle embrace.
Holding on, covering the desert and it's mountains
with a covetous glance.
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Sun shining brightly white on several chosen
mountains, looking like white snow.
All around and above them other mountains are
hidden in darkness, casting shadows about the
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Weeping silently as a willow tree hiding
alongside a lake of natural beauty.
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Highways of fortune travel always away from me on
routes of their own.
Traipsing on shoulders along the side, walking in
poverty in times of need.
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Sunsets of emptiness always before me in abundant
hues of golden roses and orange, yellowed with the
setting of suns on evening shores.
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