RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Last Impulse


Reigning down upon me in icy sheets of chlorophyll,
dampening spirits and burying a liveliness that's
been held within since birth.

Struggling to keep it intact, facing incriminations
of licensed behavior in aspects of fickle endeavors,
on roads towards tomorrow's last impulse.

Reaching for regret, as lifetimes fold over and rain
falls upon a dampened spirit, hope lighting His
presence in my soul tonight.

Submitted: Saturday, March 01, 2014
Edited: Thursday, March 06, 2014

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  • Ramesh Rai (3/1/2014 2:03:00 PM)

    hope
    lighting His
    presence in my soul tonight.
    the essence of poem.loved reading. (Report) Reply

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