RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

We hope our parents look back on today and remember
their children took time out to be with them.

For though years are filled with working and babies,
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Another dawn has risen over life, this day is new, it has
just begun.

Thoughts banter by themselves, afraid to sit for any length
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Age creeps upon us unawares, turning our hair gray or white
over night.

Bones creaking as we walk slower, a little unsteadier, a bit
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Visions of interior life filled with gardens
of heaven, portrayed in the blossoms of blue
roses.
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Listening to the roar of jets flying over the building
causes a yearning, a longing to go flying.

Wanting to be up in the sky, looking at clouds, imagining
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Mesmerized by the dead of night, listening for thoughts to
come alive, as they do, writing them down inside this book.

Filling many pages with the travesties of life, easing the
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Wondering in depths of interior solace at all the things
that I've learned through the years.

Some of them thrilling, some not, but they have all
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Leaves shining with rays of sun alighting upon
them, gently being blown upon their branches,
and teased quietly without concern.
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Equality of life hangs in an unknown balance, teetering on
the edge of all existence.

Whirling about on the twisted cisterns of unreliable virtue,
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Rain colors the earth with deeper hues, richer vibrancy
of sighted feelings.

Rain colors are many as they fall, clear little crystal
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