RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rummaging throughout closets, finding nothing of worth
or value.

Belongings left hanging limply without clues to their
...

Subjected to idiosyncrasy's of another's choosing,
allowing freedom to take a back seat while swelling
with strife.
...

Myriads of words crowd around inside, waiting to be
aligned and designed into poems of future abilities.

Networks constantly being formed, far-reaching effects,
...

Sweeping away cobwebs of derelict thoughts, placing
them in the dust bin where they belong.

Feeling the intensity of heart-ache and pain bouncing
...

Saddened by a state of affairs beyond control, having
paid twenty-five dollars apiece for my sons to get their
driver's licenses.
...

Lights burning low, flickering in hearts of those
who care, compassion heating the fires of
unconditional love.
...

At a standstill, life seemingly keeps flowing downhill.

Motionless, yet constantly moving towards some unknown
destiny.
...

Standing atop a mountain - one I may call my own because
I have bought and begun to pay for it.

Whatever direction I face, the view goes on and on - it's
...

Silently counting avenues of recreation hidden
from view.
...

Baby palm trees, tiny fronds,
soft to a human's touch.
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