RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Listlessly, not listening and getting tired of hearing all
the neat and pat answers from others, trying to help someone
through their grief.
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Through windows of life, I see sorrow, sadness, emptiness.
All of them leading towards loneliness, no where else to
go, too many tears to carry along the roads of life.
As I quietly walk into the tunnels of awakening, I see
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Motions of creative design etch their way
into creative sides of magnificent nature.
Never embalming any particles, giving them
free rein, throughout the puzzlement of life.
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Busy mornings at the senior center, talking, writing and
conversing with nature.

Vibrant liveliness stirring quietly in the silence of the
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Struggling daily, trying to make sense out of life and
finding there's really none to speak of, it is fragile,
delicate and yet can knock you for a loop at times.
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Listening to whispers from heaven,
finding the passage of time has not
been closed to a knowing, developed
since a child.
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Evenings, alone in deserted rooms with phantoms,
spreading themselves around me.
Not wanting to see or feel their worried expressions,
fulfilling empty promises with faulty hopes, and
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Time marches on through life, dragging us along with the
hands of it's clock in rhythm with our inner heartbeats.

Soothing us in periods of intense grief, bringing laughter
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Rustling of leaves touch my soul, causing it to stir
and seek our Lord, in the coming storm.
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Standing at the borderline of living, watching for
signs to begin or end.
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