RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 123,217 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

5281. Marking Graves 12/3/2013
5282. Left Corner Of My Mind 12/4/2013
5283. Closeness Of Death 12/4/2013
5284. Looking Past Life 12/4/2013
5285. D.N.A. 12/4/2013
5286. Photographic Feelings 12/3/2013
5287. Wave Riding 12/3/2013
5288. Balancing Moments 12/4/2013
5289. Quietly Accepting 12/3/2013
5290. Concise Purposes 12/3/2013
5291. Catacombs Of Destiny 12/3/2013
5292. Mind Awakening 12/4/2013
5293. Attempt At Living 12/4/2013
5294. Deeply Reaching 12/4/2013
5295. Daily Faith 12/4/2013
5296. Crashing Life 12/4/2013
5297. Awaiting Honesty 12/4/2013
5298. Mom's Song 12/4/2013
5299. Journey Without Me 12/4/2013
5300. Seasons Of Belonging 12/4/2013
5301. Developing Acts 12/4/2013
5302. Liquid Imagination 12/4/2013
5303. Betty 12/4/2013
5304. Instincts Opening 12/4/2013
5305. Triangulating Sonatas 12/4/2013
5306. Intense Rhythms 12/4/2013
5307. Rinsing Souls 12/4/2013
5308. Endings Of Life 12/4/2013
5309. Colorful Tears 12/4/2013
5310. Engineering Inspiration 12/4/2013
5311. Silent Wakes 12/4/2013
5312. Adverse Talent 12/4/2013
5313. Balancing On Edges 12/4/2013
5314. Extreme Visions 12/4/2013
5315. Creative Literature 12/4/2013
5316. Lengthening Feelings 12/4/2013
5317. Listening To Repertoires 12/4/2013
5318. Poetical Diversity 12/4/2013
5319. Focused Maturity 12/4/2013
5320. Intellectual Voices 12/4/2013
Best Poem of RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life's Black Curtains

Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy
with sorrow.

Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,
yet knowing I must.

In my heart forever, indelibly printed on my soul,
etched in memory's mind.

Touched frequently by the tears of your loss, trying
to hold them as tiny reminders of what we used to have.

They disappear, never become tangible so I may keep them
like a treasure of your love.

With love, I will remember you all my life, for you are
a part and parcel of what we had.

Sharing now that you are no longer ...

Read the full of Life's Black Curtains

Mom? Mom?

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.
Wanting to hear your voice, to see your eyes, to hear you
laugh - nothing happens and your silence continues to begin.
It is unbearable - the sadness, pain and deep emptiness pull
me down into the blackest despair.
There is no one I can turn to, as slowly, I turn over and die

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