RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Our thoughts shape our actions in life, their images are
carried in our minds and different subjects invoke visions
based on concrete information, based on our wants, needs and
desires.
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Looking out my hospital window, I see puddles of rain formed across the desert.
Brown desert dirt being flooded, because the ground can't absorb any more heavenly water.
So calm and beautiful, yet desolate and forlorn, much like me inside, sitting alone in this room, listening to Chopin, wishing I could be home writing.
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Snow-covered mountains showing off their dusty white coats of winter to all who pass.
Looking like confectioners' sugar, sprinkled from heaven's realms to earth.
Beautiful winter landscapes sent to our sight as we travel over roads and cut through mountains and into the night.
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Send me not away to death's distant shores -
let me wander endlessly forevermore.
Forget the dreams that can never be realized -
leave behind love's secret whisperings,
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Mom? Mom?
I am calling you from the very depths of my soul - my being.
Death won't let you answer and I can feel it's icy chill come
down upon me.
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The sadness is so deep, nothing can soothe it.
Nothing can touch it.
The emptiness is so total - nothing can penetrate it.
All eight of us children and Dad can feel it each on our own.
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A picture hanging on the wall - no one here at all.
Only memories alive within my mind.
The real person has died and left only an image to
dwell on once in a while.
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Pangs of loneliness, piercing, destroying inner tranquility.
Fear of losing someone drains the life from beings.
Holding on, looking for hope in anything,
wanting to have faith, trying to have it -
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My memory is embedded in my soul, therefore I can never
forget you my friend.
I will love you always, even after my death has taken us
from each other's sight.
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