RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Cloudy days rain upon my mind, refreshing and
enlightening my imagination from on high.

Cavorting, leaping, playing with abstractions,
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Reaching beyond realms of thought, searching for a pattern
to meanings, getting caught in a secluded space of silence, appreciating the quietness alone.

Being saturated by the morning sun, waiting carefully for
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Floodgates of grief open inside, end-to-end, flowing
through and over this interior brain.
Washing it with sympathy, collecting in my mind,
memorialized for all time in this rhyme of poetry.
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Tossing down balls of math onto patios of
resourcefulness.
Testing mercurial distances on verges of
a certain timelessness, again watching
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Day has come, evenings gone to bed without reservation.
Twenty-four hours await the arrival of wonder and
placement of thought.
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Seeing the love you have for your daughter, it is beautiful,
memorialized in many crystal tears.

Your daughter was very lucky to have a Mom like you, always
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Walking towards me with a bouquet of flowers, tears hanging from her eyes, a sadness emanating from her soul.
How I wish I could reach out, hug her, tell her I'm alright, that I still love her; but the silence of death lies between us.
Carefully making her way, making sure not to step on any other's grave, coming upon mine, kneeling, saying a prayer for me as she places her bouquet in the little holder.
Eyes totally misted over, everything's a little blurry; cleaning off my headstone, touching it so gently as if I am a part of it and she doesn't want to hurt me.
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Hug me like it's the last time you will hug me.
Melt your love into my heart and mind forever.
Imprint it onto my soul, so no matter how far we are
from each other, we will find one another again in
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