RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Dreams Of Lightening


Manifesting beauty of life through poetical music that
comes naturally to mind constantly.

Witnessing the tranquility of rhythm as it takes me
incessantly into the night where quiet silence overtakes
me in dreams of lightening, striking when least expected.

Raising my voice in poetry, letting the world know just
who I am and what my purpose in life is.

Chartering boats on ocean's tides, sliding through the
darkness while grasping it closely and putting it all
into lyrics of musical melodies for all to hear and enjoy.

Most alluring to people as they listen intently to the
quietness of nighttime solace, gently rocking sadness in
it's arms.

Submitted: Monday, March 03, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 05, 2014

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