RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Circular windows catching reflections of cars speeding by.
Looking like circular windows of clothes dryers, reflections are tumbling inside.
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Lost in skies of wonder, recreating images to walk across stages of life, exciting synapses into recovering lost memories, left alongside avenues in retrospect.
Altogether, rising and ebbing into waves, pounding ocean sands in absolute intervals.
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Loneliness is settling in, taking over my life once
again as I sit in dire straits, wondering why it has
entered my soul once more.
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Belief in God is an interior peace, a motive to be
the best you can be, without doubt nor fear.
Sounds of life cover slowly, our lifetimes with
spiritual serenity, even on darkest days of silence.
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Taking into account many moments of life, we are stranded in
a limited timeless sphere.
Death takes us out of this limited space and allows us to
continue unendingly through our souls and spirits.
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Developing attitudes of confusion, toting them about,
being disillusioned throughout the day.

Bruised beyond comprehension, startled into a reverie
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Waving and ebbing, taking blanketed
steps towards eternity on pathways
to heaven.
God standing at His gates, waiting
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A young boy of twelve killed instantly by a falling tree or limb.
Hunting in Colorado with his Dad and friends, enjoying one another and bonding.
Thoughts of killing animals the only ones on their minds.
Experienced hunters, teaching their sport to a child, all rules of safety being followed.
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A little wooden stepladder held on to through the years,
filled with memories of a grandmother as she used it to
reach shelves beyond her grasp and sight.
Painted many times throughout the years, memories of it
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