RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Listening to my heart speak in tongues of sorrow,
talking to God with soulful prayers.
...

Dreams catching my mind in yesterday's hallways,
framed and waiting to be written out.
...

Prophets of doom stand around in dark corners,
professing ends of earth as if it's a bad thing.
...

Evenings come upon me, darkness closes in with starlight
twinkling above me, sharing their faith with my soul.
...

Costly prices of existence turn inside out as they
co-exist with future horizons.

Figuring patterns hiding beneath coverlets of
...

Swirling beneath sorrow, drowning in a desert oasis,
left alone with meager thoughts to keep me company.
...

Traveling into the sunshine, strutting down lanes
of reminders from yesterday.

Laced with extra time, feeling close to past memories,
...

Melodies hugging my mind, helping me to taste life's
essence and bereavement.

Bittersweet, as it touches aspects of writing, showing
...

Walking into nature's abode, feeling it's essence
enveloping me into it's hold on my heart.
Everything becomes clearer, senses are piercingly
stronger here as I walk along, alone in thought,
...

Urgent thoughts jump and glide to mind, wanting to be
heard right now.
Watching them unfold and procure space, desperately
wanted to be able to prove their mettle in supposed
...