RoseAnn V. Shawiak

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems
23281. | Generating Absolute Power | 12/29/2013 |
23282. | Aspects Of Nature | 12/18/2013 |
23283. | Respectful Narratives | 12/18/2013 |
23284. | Non-Conforming Walls | 12/22/2013 |
23285. | Perfection | 12/17/2013 |
23286. | Cognitive Exchanges | 12/16/2013 |
23287. | Eloquent Poetry | 12/18/2013 |
23288. | Mirror Images | 12/18/2013 |
23289. | Life's Hidden Corners | 12/11/2013 |
23290. | An Accordion Player | 12/13/2013 |
23291. | Orchestrated Lines | 12/11/2013 |
23292. | Creating Exercise | 12/2/2013 |
23293. | Forsaken Woods | 11/23/2013 |
23294. | Tomorrow's Omens | 11/14/2013 |
23295. | Granddaughter's Eyes | 10/31/2013 |
23296. | Lonely Journey | 10/31/2013 |
23297. | Having Fun | 10/30/2013 |
23298. | Reality's Coldness | 10/29/2013 |
23299. | Striving For Perfection | 10/23/2013 |
23300. | Pleasant Memories | 10/18/2013 |
23301. | Celebrating A Birth | 10/15/2013 |
23302. | Valuing Life | 10/15/2013 |
23303. | Giving Opinions | 4/9/2013 |
23304. | Little Granddaughter | 4/20/2013 |
23305. | Life's Memories | 9/23/2013 |
23306. | Not Trusting Anyone | 4/28/2013 |
23307. | Spheres Of Accountability | 9/23/2013 |
23308. | Riding Waves | 8/28/2013 |
23309. | Sharing Time | 8/28/2013 |
23310. | Politically Correct | 8/22/2013 |
23311. | Inner Light | 4/26/2013 |
23312. | Watching | 5/1/2013 |
23313. | Wisdom's Patterns | 4/29/2013 |
23314. | Sketching People | 4/11/2013 |
23315. | Being Grateful | 3/19/2013 |
23316. | Nighttime Quietness | 3/15/2013 |
23317. | Soul Soothing Rhythms | 3/13/2013 |
23318. | Facing Death | 3/7/2013 |
23319. | Veil Of Death | 3/7/2013 |
23320. | Birthday Lunch | 3/11/2013 |
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Mind Of Life
Life of mind so green and tender, sprouting with a freshness of purity.
Not a thought of ugliness, nor of barren wasteland, could conjure long enough inside.
Ringing freely are dancing bells caught by flying laughter all around.
Blazing fire with no smoke curls upward and out of sight.
Blossoms popping out upon the ground, filling the air with a scent of nature.
Walking down paths of many minds, these memories hang limply, barely touching the brown dirt.
Everyone famous, everyone small, has a mind of life so green and tender, although it never lasts, but for a short, short ...
Sadness
The sadness is so deep, nothing can soothe it.
Nothing can touch it.
The emptiness is so total - nothing can penetrate it.
All eight of us children and Dad can feel it each on our own.
Yet, even we can't ease the pain for each other.
Nothing has ever felt this way before.
And nothing is all we have to look forward to with Mom gone.
you are the only poet since i joined here whom, being a female, has so lot of poems
you are completely motivating one
bowing my head
This poet has the gift of insight and the further gift of expressing this in words that convey all parts of the understanding she reaches.