RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 145,785 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

An Interior Science - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Motions of interior oceans filled with the crashing
of sorrow's tears, hitting and splashing upon sandy
shores of glass.

Always stepping carefully onto every emotion as it
slides beneath feelings of grief, touching upon the
stinging pain of heartache.

Watching as hearts are being broken over beings of
loss, attention given to tacit features of interior

Finite and penetrating, seeking a place somewhere
in the capacity of intellect, never separating it
from innate spirituality and it's creativeness.

Imagination waiting for moments of talent to spread
itself throughout art, music and poetry, lifting
humanity higher through artistic endeavors of grace.

Given through God, innate talent is being used as an
instrument for the betterment of our Lord's purpose
in this earthly life.

Touching each one of us individually with a poetic
license to approach ever new concepts of growth and
spontaneity through an intellectual spirituality.

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Comments about An Interior Science by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

  • Daniel Brick (9/8/2015 10:44:00 AM)

    I love your linking of the intellectual and the spiritual. The division of them into hostile camps, both of which take an
    EITHER/OR view of things, was never the right attitude. And you are claiming their dual, BOTH/AND roles in our lives. That's the good news. But this poem shows your struggle with grief and heartache which always shadow our brightest moments. But I followed the ascent of this poem and it drew me up higher and higher with each stanza to a perception of the larger JOY that absorbs the sad things into its immensity. Your poem doesn't deny the sadness - it gives us a vision beyond it,
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  • Amitava Sur (9/8/2015 7:59:00 AM)

    A very thoughtful and articulate writing about finding one's exact state of mind and continuously thinking and endeavoring for the welfare and goodness of human being in coming days. Very profound penning which leaves a tremendous impression. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 8, 2015

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