RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Shades of dusk have been pulled tightly around the atmosphere
surrounding life.

No escape is possible from this nightly horror, rising on the
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Holding gently to an infant of beauty and remorse, so tenderly
buoyant and loveable, lying innocently upon a mother's breast,
unknowing except for the heart-wrenching sorrow heard whenever
her voice talks gently to her baby.
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Separating moments in time, placing them in scrapbooks
of the mind, looking through the pictorial images on
tomorrow's shores and reminiscing.
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Holding on to fragile rays of once upon a lightened life,
twisting and holding them in a tangled array of doubt.

Stampeding through endless spans of time, cascading from
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Slivers of sunshine slip quietly into my mind, illuminating
the shadows of intellect, showing me the essence of my being.

Talking in whispers, finding the edges of life have silently
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Supporting life from beyond creativity and intellect, being
carried by imagination into a new twilight of chance.

Forgetting the absence of so many things in life, carefully
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Eclipsing life, standing at the doorway to eternity, hoping to
be here a while longer.

Looking into the twilight before my final sunset comes into
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There are no pardons in life for an honest person, everyone
tramples and uses them until they're tired and discard them.

Wayside garbage, handling difficult particles of life for
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Twilight fills me with serenity, a deep abiding quiet, felt
to the very inner fiber of my soul.

Lasting impressions, calmly soothing after the setting sun
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Leaves like crackling oat bran, lying strewn
across a bright green winter lawn.

Soaking up the less intense rays of the sun
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