RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Recesses in life, delving into pits of hell as people we know fall and get caught up in trials and suffering.
In essence, they are taking advantage of the misfortunes to rest and get stronger.
Taking a realistic stance, knowing that there are many situations creeping up on them.
Softened hearts, maintaining their lives in suspended animation for now.
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Circular windows catching reflections of cars speeding by.
Looking like circular windows of clothes dryers, reflections are tumbling inside.
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Lost in skies of wonder, recreating images to walk across stages of life, exciting synapses into recovering lost memories, left alongside avenues in retrospect.
Altogether, rising and ebbing into waves, pounding ocean sands in absolute intervals.
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Loneliness is settling in, taking over my life once
again as I sit in dire straits, wondering why it has
entered my soul once more.
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A little wooden stepladder held on to through the years,
filled with memories of a grandmother as she used it to
reach shelves beyond her grasp and sight.
Painted many times throughout the years, memories of it
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Alone in a familiar world, I wonder what has happened to make me grow older.
Parents both are gone with very little reminder.
It numbs me with the pain of their passing.
Wanting to reach out to them and hold them close, but how can you hug their deadened ghosts?
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Deftly turning into recesses of the deepest interior.
Holding onto small fragments of a broken heart, feeling lost and empty, with no one to impart them to.
Soul-turning sorrow wrenching apart the little bit of love left over from a broken friendship.
Delaying the inevitable, trying desperately to fold in upon itself.
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Sparkling sands of time gently flowing.
No cares or worries to mess up it's journey - just sands of time in no great hurry.
Loving space and reveling in it's mime, happily wandering in and out of everyone's mind.
Time then quietly disappears upon a whisper and no more kisses fall from loving lips.
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