RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Edging deeper inside, memories hide to keep me from seeing them too often.
Knowing that they're the cause of interior pain that I don't want to feel.
Jostling time with imaginative concerns, as all lies in wait for another turn of events.
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Succorious splendor, situating itself in my brain, touching gifts lying in wait.
Beautiful ascension, taking off into blue skies, never wanting to come back to earth.
Listening intently to a musical composition - I can't tell you how totally it affects my mind.
Soaring through imagination, never having felt this beauty so intensely before in life.
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Beauty outstretched in nature's heart, branches and
leaves tickling insides of my soul as I bask in
life's heartfelt grief.
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Dusty trails left behind after a rain storm, streaking down on windows of a library, staking no claims on anyone's memories, except mine as I write about them here.
Left overs from heaven's tears of sadness, over what we humans have done to earth and it's beautiful sustenance left to us by God in experiences of detailed poetical license.
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Eyes staring into space, yet I am watching inner screens filled with images, walking through visions of beauty.
Reminding me of many yesterdays, spent in loving family relationships.
Cuddling closely in memories, being touched and remembered with bittersweet joy.
Filling my eyes with tears of a remembrance - of lasting heart-to-heart musical renditions still being talked about at family gatherings.
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When you chose me out of the crowd, to make friends with, I didn't understand your motives at the time.
Even now, I'm not sure, but want to continue being friends for the rest of my shortened lifespan.
Suspecting a familial tie, keeping us bonded no matter what - through the rest of life.
A bond, so strong, that it cannot be broken even if you stay outside the borders of my life.
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Tears flowing, flowers blooming, bursting into minds everywhere as Jim and Scott fly to heaven with angel wings given them by God, Himself.
So proud are they, flying above, no longer needing a helicopter to transport them beyond our realms on earth.
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Twilight peeking over the horizon,
watching activities begin to stir.
Engraving death's beauty upon many hearts,
fastening indelibly,
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Shredding last bits of recrimination on bended knee,
praying with a devotion felt only in mind, because
my heart is numb.
Faith indelibly impressed on stone grey matter, never
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