RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking along highways looking for a place to sit for a
while, not knowing there's no place to call home anymore
since parents are both now gone.
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Marching to different beats as people strut down the dance
floor on their own, feet stepping on every note, taking
them totally into circles of patterns and designs musically.
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Moving with harmony's beats as they unfold from rhythms
of expression being reflected in the effervescent lights,
depicting what we each had.
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This morning, forgot to put batteries in my CD player so
I have to listen to elevator/exam room music, kind of
dull, but my mind can adapt quickly.
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Sitting here in the midst of a Trump rally, having volun-
teered as one of the VIP, loving the excitement and thrill
of this political environment.
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Blessing us through eyes of concern and care, reaching
out with touching of souls and hearts, reminders of
what we're doing here on earth.
Filling heads with enamored fine print on linens of
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Heartbreaking moments continue to bring bittersweet
memories to mind.
Tears gather silently in circles, crowding closer
to tear ducts to escape confines of sorrow's grief.
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Crying through songs of sorrow, feeling them pierce
your heart with their infinite pain and grief.
Icy snow of bereavement chills me to the bone, as I
feel more of it than I warrant.
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This side of yesterday life was open and volatile,
awake with fervent desire.
Struggling to survive, raising children, being a
mom from the inside out.
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Lately, sorrow fills a heart of love, because life has
taken a turn and somehow I've gone through a revolving
door, to a place not known before.
Over here I know my husband isn't the man I married.
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