Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Shadows Of Intellect


Slivers of sunshine slip quietly into my mind, illuminating
the shadows of intellect, showing me the essence of my being.

Talking in whispers, finding the edges of life have silently
crept into the landscape of my picturesque times nearing death.

Knowing the experiences I will yet be undergoing, unafraid of
any of it, yet saddened by the nearness of it's presence.

Not wanting to cause the sorrow that will be forthcoming in
the near future.

All the events and memories of my life will culminate in first
one moment of death and then I will become no more on earth.

Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014

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