RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Rude Yearnings - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Awakening rudeness climbing inwardly, taking it's time to grow proportionately.
Whiling away the precipitous mourning of alternative clamoring, anticipating harmony of glorious moments while filing away
liveliness sitting in the parlor of yesterday.
Proclaiming the anniversary of inner yearnings left over from
previous years, allowing no time for eager avidness nor
unclaimed rhetoric, instead, waiting and watching unchecked
rudeness climbing still within me.
Stepping aside, letting it pass, the journey of today continues
in silent fascination, unafraid of it's choices and certain circumstances.
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