RoseAnn V. Shawiak
RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems
|1683.||In The Spotlight||4/11/2013|
|1684.||Level Of Insight||4/11/2013|
|1686.||Hanging In The Balance||4/13/2013|
|1687.||Pockets Of Music||4/13/2013|
|1692.||Relics Of Tears||4/14/2013|
|1697.||Finding An Attitude||4/15/2013|
|1699.||Feeling Death Lurking||4/15/2013|
|1701.||Emoting Through Writing||4/15/2013|
|1704.||Qualities Of Life||4/15/2013|
|1710.||An Intact Memory||4/17/2013|
|1711.||Touching Arid Spaces||4/17/2013|
|1714.||A Moment Of Quiet Sight||4/20/2013|
|1715.||A Small Moment||4/21/2013|
|1716.||Life And Love||4/21/2013|
|1717.||Life Begins Each Day||4/21/2013|
Life's Black Curtains
Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy
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 ...
A picture hanging on the wall - no one here at all.
Only memories alive within my mind.
The real person has died and left only an image to
dwell on once in a while.
Life continues to pass by with no care or thought of
how we feel - emptiness is left deep inside.
Feelings haven't died, only the way in which we dealt with
them before - when we were one-on-one - in person.
Now it's just me talking to your image on the wall,