RoseAnn V. Shawiak
RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems
|23521.||Family Tradition Of Love||1/5/2014|
|23522.||Men! ! ! !||8/6/2014|
|23523.||An Abusive Father||8/18/2014|
|23525.||Family's Special Meaning||2/20/2014|
|23526.||Self - Discovery||11/11/2014|
|23528.||Reality Of Both Lives||8/20/2013|
|23534.||Mind Of Life||8/20/2013|
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 ...
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.