RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

8881. Gnawing Images 2/28/2014
8882. Smiling Within 2/28/2014
8883. Rustling Thoughts 2/28/2014
8884. Shadow Universe 2/28/2014
8885. Timeless Moments 2/28/2014
8886. Rock Games 2/28/2014
8887. Book Lives 2/28/2014
8888. Nature Speaking 3/1/2014
8889. Rhythm's Reflections 3/1/2014
8890. Earth's Perimeters 3/1/2014
8891. Intuitive Thought 3/1/2014
8892. Listening To My Heart 3/1/2014
8893. Arcane Individuals 3/1/2014
8894. Canyon Rims 3/1/2014
8895. Audacious Melodies 3/1/2014
8896. Releasing Facets 3/1/2014
8897. Life Model 3/1/2014
8898. Familial Memories 3/1/2014
8899. Artwork 3/1/2014
8900. Turntables 3/1/2014
8901. Lonely Visions 3/1/2014
8902. Tinactic Moods 3/1/2014
8903. Cleansing Grief 2/26/2014
8904. Desert Trails 2/26/2014
8905. Warding Off Negative Energy 2/26/2014
8906. Our Talented Nephew 2/28/2014
8907. Friday Milestones 3/1/2014
8908. Meeting Destinies 3/1/2014
8909. Escaping Clarity 3/1/2014
8910. Steel Burrs 3/1/2014
8911. Forms Of Time 3/1/2014
8912. Fields Of Sorrow 3/1/2014
8913. Splinters Of Sight 3/1/2014
8914. Traveling Spaces 3/1/2014
8915. Last Impulse 3/1/2014
8916. Lost In Arizona 3/1/2014
8917. Songs Of Blue 3/1/2014
8918. Deep Abysses 3/1/2014
8919. Solo Feats 3/1/2014
8920. Roping Thoughts 3/1/2014
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 ...

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Death Shadow

When I'm gone beyond this mortal world, what type
of shadow will I leave behind?
Will it be agile and funny with a sense of humor?
Or will it be dark and serious like death itself?
Maybe it will be clearly defined, not stringent or declining.
What type of shadow will I leave imprinted in minds of
those I leave behind?
Hopefully it will bring a smile to other's lips when they
think of me on quiet reminiscent evenings.

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