RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 122,874 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

8081. Bringing Sense 2/13/2014
8082. Alternative Environment 2/13/2014
8083. Taciturn Adventures 2/13/2014
8084. Tantalizing Music 2/12/2014
8085. Regarding M. 2/12/2014
8086. Mind Filling 2/12/2014
8087. Rhythm's Time 2/12/2014
8088. Technicolor Thoughts 2/12/2014
8089. Cloaking Thoughts 2/12/2014
8090. Gift Of Poetry 2/14/2014
8091. Dance Moment 2/14/2014
8092. Empty Spaces Of Poetry 2/14/2014
8093. Future Books 2/14/2014
8094. Blue Aging 2/14/2014
8095. Past Images 2/15/2014
8096. Wide Open Spaces 2/15/2014
8097. Waves Of Oil Paint 2/15/2014
8098. Filling Senses 2/15/2014
8099. Nature's Patterns 2/15/2014
8100. Capturing Perceptions 2/15/2014
8101. Reaching For Concepts 2/15/2014
8102. Mirrors Of Time 2/15/2014
8103. Hidden Laybrinths 2/15/2014
8104. Yesterday's Fate 2/15/2014
8105. Creative Ballet 2/15/2014
8106. Lasting Impressions 2/15/2014
8107. A Heart's Belongings 2/15/2014
8108. Musical Totality 2/15/2014
8109. Saxophone Music 2/15/2014
8110. Lasting Etudes 2/15/2014
8111. Being Oneself 2/15/2014
8112. Inner Music 2/15/2014
8113. Silent Peace 2/15/2014
8114. Desert Saddles 2/15/2014
8115. Mathematical Music 2/15/2014
8116. Universe Aglow 2/15/2014
8117. Elderly Observation 2/15/2014
8118. Myriad Feelings 2/15/2014
8119. A Mind's Life 2/15/2014
8120. Tell-Tale Hints 2/15/2014
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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