RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sparkling waters, sun glistening it's bluey eyes,
looking like diamonds strewn upon a blue velvet
field.
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Boat motors revving up, pulling out into the water past
the buoys, suddenly, like pop-up sprinklers, a water skier
comes up out of the chaotic spray of splashing water.
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Companionable silence as we sit beneath the shade,
listening to boats speed by, hearing voices carry
across the water to our ears without any effort.
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Scared of doing some things that
I know can't be done, but knowing
that I will anyway.
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Silently standing watch over all the earth, an old yellowed
moon floats gently in the sky.

Peeking from behind palm trees, it's silhouettes checking
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Angles and their shadows, illiterating formulas of constant
thought through many generations of families.

Lying down through centuries, finding prospects of desires
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1: 30 p.m.
Fallen leaves of many colors, bruised and cracked, now lying
helpless on the ground.
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Orange-red, rosy sky, full of anticipation for another
morrow.

Lovely painting by heavenly angels, never thinking twice,
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Staring lonely out at the sky, feeling emptiness tugging
inside, afraid to think of tomorrow coming, left all alone
again with no one's love.
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Sitting across the table from our youngest son, watching his
eyes grow big as his order is served.

Our special dessert, it was called, cake with vanilla ice
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