RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

All through the night I heard the whisperings of my soul
repeating God's love thoughtfully, gently, filled with
serenity.
...

Empty places, vacant spaces, staring into the future, no clue
of what will be.

Roaming jungles fearlessly, being tangled in a maze of
...

Christmas lights touching the very soul of me with their
colorful light.

Reminding old memories to come and watch the parade that
...

Watching black snow fall gently, quietly into her soul,
cleansing, calming, soothing it from the pain it has beheld.

Caressing, hugging, the frightened little child, attempting
...

To find contentment in the little parts of life, the ones that
don't seem to matter.

Unimportant symbols filed under daily routines, unavailable in
...

Sitting alone in a Whataburger, eating a justaburger and hot
apple pie.

Caring not an iota about those around me, having nothing
...

Highways of remorse are stretched before me, touching chords
of long ago memories of Mom.

So gently reminding me of her life, so full and vibrant once,
...

No memories of Mom being old and wrinkled, she was taken
at the age of 61, alive and young at heart, a wonderful
woman, an incredible human being, unafraid to laugh or cry.
...

Pounding rhythms into my mind, carrying after effects secretly,
to outer labyrinths of truth.

Riding waves of derision slowly, walking a mind towards depths
...

Prancing through the early morning light, visiting a delightful
array of new beginnings in a brand new day.

Enjoying the cool briskness of this crispy morning air, taking
...