RoseAnn V. Shawiak Branches Poems

Skinny little tree, dancing the ballet in the middle
of a sun-lit yard.

Reaching out it's branches to life above, hoping to
...

Tired of sitting in bowls of life with everything
weighing upon little shoulders, pressing selves
into small round bottoms.
...

So many tears falling onto my plate through the years,
drenching the interior of this being.

Taking it down stairwells and into the darkness of a
...

Wondering what this afternoon will bring, hanging from
branches within my mind.

Swinging to and fro, gradually trying to attain some
...