RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Squelching a need to cry, burying it beneath many layers
of skies, I feel unfit, incomplete, but I cannot let go
of hidden tears just yet.
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Golden candlelight shining from heaven,
filled with the Holy Spirit, being held
gently in His arms.
Life has new meaning when opened to God's
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Life drifts away, taking with it special thoughts and
memories held closely for many years.
Taking notice no longer of hurts and injuries marring
it along the way.
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Calling from depths of inner voicing,
allocating strains of music heard to
sounds of an awakening soul.
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Birds are chirping on high branches as a gentle breeze
waves them around in the atmosphere.
Sunlight catching on green leaves, reflecting it's
light to inner eyes.
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Founding bricks of tomorrow on edges of fatality,
sinking to depths of reality.
Etching lines down canyon walls, revealing crystal
and gold of nature's wealth to all who seek and
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Sentimentality fills my being on this cold morning,
touching life caressingly, waking it from deepest
slumber held onto over night.
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Out of town, stopping a moment to call and talk to her Mom.
Sharing a little of what has been going on before hanging up, 'saying I love you and will be home in the morning'.
Mom listening, talking and then saying goodbye.
Daughter, not knowing as she hung up the phone, that this would be the last time she would ever hear her mother's voice again on earth.
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Tapping to the sound of life portrayed in music,
forgetting for a time where I'm at.
Feeling intensely, notes playing themselves
inside of me.
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Bouquets of bereavement made up of varied people, each in their own state of mind.
Complexities of relating - communicating through grief abound.
Never knowing which way to venture, fearing the ache of sorrow, closing up like a rose bud until some future tomorrow.
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