RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Taking life into open hands every day, living and choosing
intellectual pursuits, poetry and music.

Loving beauty that has been created within to give peace
...

Pictures framing a mind, endeavoring to be seen repeatedly,
yet not heard.

Hanging diligently, awaiting a casual look, beckoning perhaps
...

Looking into shadows of eternity, noticing familiar
images even though hidden.

Opening up closed minds, treasuring peaceful energy
...

Retroactive memories bombarding our minds, saturating them
in rage, feeling blood of anger.

Torturing physically, inept traces of tears, not allowing
...

Noticing the beauty of nature playing around in a gentle
breeze, tossing memories of younger days into mind while
writing of them constantly.
...

Windows opened wide, showing nature dancing quietly and
joyfully in the rain.

Holding out petals of flowers, catching drops of heavenly
...

People thinking they know who we are, just fool themselves
with this asinine knowledge of theirs.

We live life through our inner child, even though everyone
...

Reaching down into the depths of my being, finding out how
shallow I really am, nothing gets past my barrier - nothing
ever gets close to me.
...

Diamonds of intellect open up, inviting me into their realms
of wisdom, alluring gems of intellect to coax my mind into
taking many journeys into other dimensions, finally realizing
the importance of life.
...

Wind caressing my body, heightening my sensitivity to
feelings and things around me whether or not I can see
them.
...