RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 129,729 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

1441. Array Of Poetry 3/7/2013
1442. Invisible Thoughts 3/7/2013
1443. Beginning Of New Life 3/7/2013
1444. Silent Talking 3/7/2013
1445. Drowning Life 3/7/2013
1446. Moments In Life 3/7/2013
1447. Inner Shadows 3/7/2013
1448. In The Hospital 3/7/2013
1449. Missing Piece 3/7/2013
1450. Raining Grief 3/7/2013
1451. Beyond Meaning 3/8/2013
1452. Poem Of Understanding 3/8/2013
1453. Musical Order 3/8/2013
1454. Crepitating Thought 3/8/2013
1455. Difficult To Love 3/8/2013
1456. Parting Of Life 3/8/2013
1457. Silent Shadows 3/8/2013
1458. Healing Grief Is Difficult 3/8/2013
1459. Heart's Depths 3/9/2013
1460. Beyond Life 3/9/2013
1461. Beds Of Satin 3/9/2013
1462. Memory History 3/9/2013
1463. Relentless Rhythms 3/9/2013
1464. Charging Imagination 3/9/2013
1465. Altered Steps 3/9/2013
1466. Search For Identity 3/9/2013
1467. Missing Myself 3/9/2013
1468. Misery's Tears 3/9/2013
1469. Rendering Poetry 3/9/2013
1470. Recollecting Thoughts 3/9/2013
1471. Lightened Darkness 3/9/2013
1472. Solid Silence 3/9/2013
1473. Insistent Pictures 3/9/2013
1474. Mind Dominoes 3/10/2013
1475. Opal Thoughts 3/10/2013
1476. Lives Pass Us 3/10/2013
1477. Ungiven Answers 3/10/2013
1478. Daily Life 3/10/2013
1479. Bag Lady 3/10/2013
1480. Counting Notes 3/10/2013
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 ...

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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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