Little Images Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Little Images
Letting go, soaring into the atmosphere, standing alone
in the storm, quietly staring into the future.
Thinking about how far I have come through the years,
wishing to go back and retrieve some precious moments
that have been treasured all my life.
Knowing in this heart that nothing can change, bring
back or take them away from me.
Tears falling, justifying the beauty of those times
that have been lost.
Crystal teardrops, holding memories in their little
images of love forever.
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4/25/2024 9:01:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yhis is very tender and infinitely sad, but it's not a personal sadness - O, Woe is Me! - it's an embrace of the sadness of being human because we always love what is dying and must confront loss again and again. It's in my nature and education to see ALL POETS as kindred spirits across time, and the impersonal, universal sadness you express was expressed by Virgil in a line of the AENEID that was once very familiar to people: THERE ARE TEARS FOR ALL THINGS, AND WHAT HUMANS SUFFER TOUCHES ALL HEARTS. Things + Hearts = Earthly Life.