RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Light and carefree, dancing to inner melodies,
watching words and notes mix poetically with
the music.
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For the first time eating at Willow House, walking in the
door, feeling a sense of materialistic poverty.

But deeper down, touching my soul, feeling a wealth of
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Wherever the tides flow, life begins each day anew.

Tucking away the lifeblood of memories for future
use, preparing through reality for existential truths.
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Looking through the eyes of a child, watching the wrinkles
of life take over faces of love.

Settling back, feeling so tiny, rocking in an antique chair,
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Ideas and notions of the Statue of Liberty from a
crowded boat.

Arranged marriages, the Black Hand, smuggling, -
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Remembering eating grapes under the vines, then walking
over to the cherry tree around the corner.

Eating the cherries and spitting the pits as far as we
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When life is precious, nature wraps us in a protective
cocoon until we may present ourselves when mature.

Taking years or decades for some of us, others expand
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Taking various courses and paths through life's journey,
we express our minds and lay our fortunes before us on
any given day.
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Lonely, bereft, aimlessly walking, looking about, finding
no companion of old to be with.

Painstakingly realizing that I am alone, curling up in a
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Backyards beckoning my mind, titillating imagination,
making it jump and hope for something more this day
in life.
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