Circle's Inabilities Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Circles of friendship dance humorously in times of
hesitant need for companionship.

Brought around to us, we enliven our spirits with
tidings of responsiveness to one another.

Juggling time and widening our personal spaces,
everything fits like puzzle pieces into one
beautiful picture, worn around the edges with
familiarity and sorrow.

Times of our lives are held closely in circles of
friendship, held in our hearts always, especially
on rainy days every once in a while.

Life lives on in circles filled with fires of
lively personality and verve, totally unaware of
our inability to become one with self.