RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 98,550 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Life's Black Curtains - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy
with sorrow.

Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,
yet knowing I must.

In my heart forever, indelibly printed on my soul,
etched in memory's mind.

Touched frequently by the tears of your loss, trying
to hold them as tiny reminders of what we used to have.

They disappear, never become tangible so I may keep them
like a treasure of your love.

With love, I will remember you all my life, for you are
a part and parcel of what we had.

Sharing now that you are no longer here is difficult - I
hear only the constant echoes of your silence.

Walking away from our favorite places, I leave a little
of self behind each time - soon there will be nothing
left of me.

Wanting to reach out and grasp again what we once had
is an empty gesture, filled with pain and emptiness,
because you are not here to reach out to me.

Our relationship on earth will never be, it has been
severed by death's insistence in our lives.

Listening to you with my heart, seeing your reply in
the salted tears that continue to fall.

Your life was called and you answered fully, not leaving
anything behind.

Our story is not over as long as I still remember you with
love.

Taking down the black curtains, life is still being lived
on earth.

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Comments about Life's Black Curtains by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

  • Dr.subhendu Kar (9/12/2016 2:52:00 PM)


    Our story is not over as long as I still remember you with
    love. oh what a expression! it is sheer truth, as love once etched upon never dies, so we go on remembering when heart opens up its history, wonderful! 10+, thanks for sharing
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  • (8/31/2016 6:52:00 AM)


    Loss of a loved one is hard to deal with.You have put the emotions so well in ink....

    Taking down the black curtains, life is still being lived
    on earth.
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  • Anzelyne Shideshe (7/22/2016 5:58:00 AM)


    Memories are the files keep from the departed very emotional
    Poem with true facts.Thanks for sharing
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  • Istabraq Al Ahmadi (7/2/2016 7:54:00 PM)


    Emotionally touching! I enjoyed reading it because it reminds me of my father. (Report) Reply

    Oluwatobi Moses Oluwatobi Moses (7/29/2016 7:15:00 AM)

    Really heartbreaking!

  • Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek (6/21/2016 7:25:00 AM)


    Taking down the black curtains, life is still being lived
    on earth.

    So touching RoseAnn, so touching.
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  • Anne Yun (6/3/2016 11:01:00 AM)


    Your words make me feel so true, the depth of them is irresistible. Especially the last sentence 'taking down the black curtains, life is still being lived on earth.' Life is still being lived, by you, by me, by all possibility, still wish, everything that went before a poet's eyes would make living more lovely. (Report) Reply

  • Hazel Durham (5/19/2016 8:29:00 AM)


    Amazing write with the deep, bleeding emotions that come with losing a loved one you bring the pain with a beauty of the pureness of an everlasting love that embraces your thoughts! (Report) Reply

  • Bill Cantrell (4/26/2016 3:20:00 PM)


    Regardless of whether this is a true story poem or not, it brought tears to my eyes, such very moving. (Report) Reply

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (4/21/2016 10:39:00 AM)


    ... I
    hear only the constant echoes of your silence.
    Beautiful line.

    .... I leave a little
    of self behind each time - soon there will be nothing
    left of me.

    Wanting to reach out and grasp again
    what we once had
    is an empty gesture,
    filled with pain and emptiness,
    because you are not here
    to reach out to me.

    A poem beautifully expressed.
    It deserves 10.
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  • (4/6/2016 1:01:00 PM)


    My favorite line...
    Walking away from our favorite places, I leave a little
    of self behind each time - soon there will be nothing
    left of me...
    Growing old is such a melancholy activity. Friends young and old leave us at an accelerating rate. But we share, we share, and new friends are there. A jacket thrown over the scarecrow's shoulders. Random acts of kindness, even from strangers, suggest that God is present and Love is eternal!
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  • Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek (2/23/2016 3:06:00 AM)


    Pamela: Oh My! That is a beautiful poem RoseAnn. What a beautiful tribute to love and life left behind. I am so sorry for your loss. Every line hits a chord of grief and the last line is so true and difficult. I loved the last line..taking down the black curtains, life is still being lived on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem. It is so well written and heartfelt.

    The quotation is fully extracted ed from Pamela's comment. The poem is very touching and full of sadness. Because of loss of love, as the last lines ((Your life was called and you answered fully, not leaving
    anything behind.Our story is not over as long as I still remember you with love.Taking down the black curtains, life is still being lived on earth.)) can tell us the rest of the story. But such feelings will not be in vain as feeling in such a way is a great compensation for the lost love and the lost lover as well.
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  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (2/18/2016 12:41:00 PM)


    Verily, an expression portraying the true essence of solitude experienced with deep regards and inclination. (Report) Reply

  • Kanav Justa (1/31/2016 8:59:00 AM)


    Your love is here forever, beautifully expressed. (Report) Reply

  • (1/26/2016 8:12:00 AM)


    A very strong feeling expressions in this poem. Likes it in that sense of sorrow. (Report) Reply

  • Godfrey Morris (1/21/2016 5:56:00 PM)


    A very moving poem. It is so hard to let go but we must because life insists we must.
    In life we find love and love is eternal.
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  • Daniel Bates (1/20/2016 4:45:00 PM)


    A powerful poem.
    So gracious and touching. This really pulls at the heart strings. Well done, some of these words will stay with me for a long time.
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  • Valentin Savin (1/19/2016 1:05:00 AM)


    What a beautiful and touching poem RoseAnn. So heartfelt. Sorry to say it really happens and it's impossible to sever oneself from a loving soul and hold on to it. What is left is just pain and memories.
    I am very moved by your next lines:
    Wanting to reach out and grasp again what we once had
    is an empty gesture, filled with pain and emptiness,
    because you are not here to reach out to me.
    Thank you for sharing.
    Sincerely Yours,
    Valentin Savin
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  • (1/14/2016 5:49:00 PM)


    I have re read this, and will again, thank you (Report) Reply

  • Dr.subhendu Kar (1/13/2016 2:28:00 PM)


    love when lost heart mourns to belong
    soul seems to ruffle at door of lurid void.
    tear gleans in eyes with sparky shadows
    cry bewilders on lap of reminiscence like silhouette, ...deeply poignant write, yet heartfelt to shed tears, and pangs of grief slowly leaches to swoon, thanks for sharing to sigh of sorrow,
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  • Melvina Germain (1/11/2016 3:27:00 AM)


    A heartfelt poem indeed and most certainly pulls at the heartstrings. Emotionally charged and beautifully stated..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 25, 2014



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