RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 133,999 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Becoming A Meaning - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Unseen ribbons strewn across the skyway above earth, blowing in a
quiet wind.
Partaking of a little bit of heaven, looking out a tiny window across
vast horizons of blue, sharing a place with the clouds.
Reaping magnificent fruits of untilled labor, staring vacantly,
gathering all sights in with my eyes.
Questioning where this day will end and what it will bring, I
suddenly lose sight of what I was peacefully thinking.
Lost in a maze - caught in the web of a reverie - balanced in thin
air, poised on one knee, awaiting a gentle reminder of life still
unknowingly being lived in spite of itself.
Crossing over fine lines of imagination, tracing patterns on creativity across earth below, as white billowy clouds continue to waltz and dine about the sky.
As far as I can see, all of life's puzzle continues into eternity,
holding hands with purpose and a strong silent faith kept within.
A special reserve for rainy days, taking shape to become a meaning
on some distant horizons.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, March 15, 2013


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