RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

On a Thursday evening, picking up Dad and taking him with
us to TGIF's for dinner.

Ordering dinner and enjoying the atmosphere, it's our son's
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Writing through the iciness of lonely abandonment,
always stepping on layers of ice, falling through
and never staying above it's freezing temperatures.
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Quiet remorse tabulating in my mind, setting joy aside,
moments at a time.

Lifting eyes towards heaven, wanting to lift spirits,
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Curling lines on top of
horizontal and vertical lines,
cresting ingenious patterns,
filling interior sight.
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Olden days, when I was just a child, Chubby Checkers
and his twist, now being played for us seniors.

Watching those who can still do it, is quite a sight.
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Taking me by the hand, leading me into depths of heaven
where I can believe in what I see and feel.
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In a vast wilderness of personnel and jargon.

Waiting on edges of stairs, hoping and praying
for major miracles.
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Silently talking in another whisper of higher intellect,
collating the benefits of ancient history being
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Talented people sitting around,
waiting their turns to sing songs
on an evening filled with karaoke.
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Walking down empty streets, noticing the signs ahead,
wanting to find my way to destinations into outer spaces.
Soliciting new dimensions of sensory perception as it
hits my mind, giving me pause.
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