RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Bridge's Edges - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Silently unafraid, life lives within a being, creating
space and talents.
In time all is produced - one day we become - looking
back we can see the distance we've traversed.
Lovely sights have risen to tempos of another day,
dancing on edges of bridges created by lifelong giving.
Peering over, looking down, searching for something
that is hidden in depths of whirling waters, we spend
time along hectic roads of life, not living it fully.
Casting out our lines, hoping for anything that comes
our way, not realizing we can have hopes and dreams
Sensuous ideas lie buried deeply in winter's furry
nights, sleeping beneath the snow, afraid of thawing
out and becoming alive with joy this night.
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