Picking Up The Pieces Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Picking Up The Pieces
Going through life picking up pieces that have fallen
by the wayside, expressions of sadness, loneliness and
abandonment staring into space.
Holding onto them for future use, feeling their bitter-
sweet taste upon this brain, rocking into a wasteland of
tomorrow.
Finding an everlasting formula in which to bring about
a willful and lasting power within, sharing it with many
people eventually reading what's written in poetry.
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5/8/2024 6:37:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You must have been so influenced by Walt Whitman. I can hear it in your poetic voice. I especially notice it in your introspective poems and in the tribute to a man called BEAR. Is it because you live in New Jersey? Are school children in Camden taught to read Walt Whitman's verses?