RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Thoughts raining down upon me, filling me with grief's sorrow.
Drenched in a lifetime with bluened crystal teardrops that are never-ending, yet always seem to be available when lonely.
An eerie emptiness settles inside, catching me with it's effervescent thoughts always in the foreground.
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Walking up a mountain, noticing rock formations,
cacti and other normal desert sites, tucking all
of their pictures into my mind, giving it wonderful
detail and imaginative styles of my own.
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Sojournly thinking, listening to classical violins playing my heartstrings to the tune of sorrowful remembrances.
Touching the hurt of a lifetime with their melancholy notes of bereavement, ebbing and flowing through tumultuous oceans of ever profound tears, salted with the loneliness of years.
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Many thoughtful visions appear, containing the essence of my younger days when life was good and easy.
Nothing ever mattered except a child's dreams when I had time to dream them between jobs and school.
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Yesterday comes alive again in Cher's song gypsy and thieves, waking many memories of joy as I walked though the desert on the way to high school.
So talented, a woman who sang about life and the world of relationships.
No where else in the universe could I listen to a private concert just for my pleasure.
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A cloud glances across the sky of my lonely mind, reminding me how there's no one who understands what I'm going through.
Somehow, I still manage to live life as though enjoying it's essence.
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Rain trickling through my mind, giving me pause, remembering the last time I was with family back east and tearfully watching memories as I lived back then.
Wishing life could sometimes stay the same and not move forward, knowing that will never be the case.
As I sit and remember, images flow like rain, trickling down my face.
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Smiling interiorly at the times we used to spend together.
In my lonely mind, I remember to shed a tear for our past.
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Silent memories, echoing past days of
loving and promises of future beginnings.
Turning me around, taking me from death's
doorstep to a compilation of yesterday's
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