RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Looking through a doorway,
seeing nature standing just beyond windows,
waiting for me to express it is a poem of
gentle blossoming in desert landscapes.
...

Steadfastly walking forward through all the garbage of daily life, attempting to continue striving for direction and fortitude.
Escaping reality when I need to just be brought back to myself.
Inner thoughts rotating throughout the days, helping me to hold onto my life - at least through a thought-provoking poem that I've written.
...

Running from edges of situations in life, not wanting to deal with their worries right now.
Just wanting to be free - rid of the turmoil caused by other people not wanting to deal with their own problems.
Instead, pulling us down with their inane expectations of us.
...

Thinking of my grandchildren and seeing into their futures, hoping all of their choices will be excellent so they won't have as many trials and sorrow as I have had.
To see them happy and fulfilling their essence and purpose with a passion in life is enough to let me go and enter my final sunset with serenity.
...

Lightly thinking of unimportant matters just to pass the time away while recuperating from surgery.
Allowing the freedom of my soul to take me wherever it will, letting it soar.
...

In the silence of my writing
I'm contemplating life upon
another plain in an outer dimension
far from earth's.
...

Living carefully, always searching for answers to old and new questions of life.
Participating on edges of eternity, always watching spiritually for messages from beyond.
...

Wishing for the strength to carry on through life's trials, taking steps to stay on the right track as I proceed always on my own.
Living along pathways that I've designed and fortified, giving myself the strength needed to satisfy life and it's meaningful purpose.
In the end, letting it exist in the definition it has made of itself.
...

Finding myself has never really been hard, because I've always been here, hiding in my intellect where I'm always remembered on picturesque screens of photographic demography.
A wonderful array of memories spread before my mind, always at my beck and call.
A total view of life whenever I want to look at it through my poetical writing.
...