RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Clouds floating across vast areas, images touching,
kissing, reflections on top of water.
Waves gently rising and falling, leaving patterns
lying in the wind.
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Another day has opened before me, bringing new experiences, expectations and ideas into my life.
A wonderful sense of peace fills me, even though life is full of suffering and I'm falling into a darkened abyss, a pit of grief, that I can't avoid.
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Stormy skies looking over a canyon river, flowing smoothly through rock-hewn walls, beautifully expressed in dimensional facets throughout.
Sliding my mind across waters, gently rippling in a morning breeze.
Soaring above, looking down, enjoying everything I see and feel in sight.
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Barren and empty, lying waste to possibly, future dwellings of some kind.
Developers ruining the desert just to get their hands on the almighty dollar - lots of them, because of their greed and hunger
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Soaring over, through, and into canyons of earthly life, believing in God, filling my spiritual life with all the fruits of His love.
Never being patronized, ridiculed, abused, only loved unconditionally for who I am within.
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Continuing on life's journey, hitting another huge road block, barring my way into another surface of wisdom.
Knocking constantly on the door of a mysterious condition, assessing all aspects of the problem, yet only hazy answers fill the mind without coming up with a cure for any of it.
Lively energy electrocuting insides of a being, filling it with an amazing intellectualization of development on this side of heaven.
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Breaking a spirit with abusive behavior, cramming into a grave made
just for me with a mouth and attitude against me.
Always being so mean and bossy, pushing me into corners of nowhere,
keeping me swept away from life and urging suicide on me and into
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Walking atop mountains in my mind, enjoying the heights, being so close to heaven keeps me in check.
Tranquilly respecting every movement, gliding across my memory, etching it permanently in my brain, to be recalled whenever I want to see it again.
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Placing trust in others shouldn't happen,
because they will waylay it somewhere along the way.
Mistrusting every motive is a necessary beatitude in life.
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