RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Wanting to meet you half way, but never given the chance,
because you're always wanting to be first, selfish, self-
centered and having an ego that grows bigger every day.
...

Rhythms beating on wrongs that have been done through
the years, tearing apart the fabric of being, leaving
it ripped and tattered like an old rag used to clean up
dirty messes.
...

Silently writing in spaces of time, listening to an innate
intellect questioning humanity and the life it's living.

What is the essential purpose of every individual on earth,
...

Standing on the outside looking in, watching sparks of
ingenuity tantalize the activity of this brain and its
interior atmosphere.
...

Minds telling right from wrong, morally and ethically accord-
ing to the beliefs and values we were taught by our parent's
while growing up.
...

Sensations of joy and happiness fill us with satisfaction
for periods of time in our lives, but never last too long,
why is that I often think.
...

Sitting alone, thinking of you so many miles away, heart
soaked with sadness because we are not together, day after
day feeling listless, lonesome and lost.
...

Wandering empty pathways of destiny, alone, not caring,
doing what needs to be done before leaving this earth.

Reflections of portraits from the past being resurrected
...

Wandering lanes of a fantasy world, vacantly looking at
the sights, no one else around, there's not a soul to
talk to.
...

Gathering thoughts into webs of intellect, finding they are
swaying in rhythms of a complacent intellect, riding them
into an intuitive subconscious dimension of extraordinary
beauty and innate talent.
...