Reflections Of Self

Poem By RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Precious coverlets folded neatly, placed aside on bedsheets
draped with memories.

Sequestered in cells of uncomfortable selection, siphoning
reason from the well of wisdom, creating the possibilities
of everlasting transformation.

Struggling with the infinite details of makeshift
problems, dropping heavily to knees of grace, afraid to stay
and face the ugliness of lying people.

Turning rapidly from the mask of unreal derision, crawling
through port holes of successive unruly discipline.

Rising on clouds of imaginative realms, sitting by a pool of
water, watching the reflection of who I am, shimmer and
disappear from sight.

Comments about Reflections Of Self

There is no comment submitted by members.

Rating Card

2,5 out of 5
1 total ratings

Other poems of SHAWIAK

Life's Black Curtains

Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy
with sorrow.

Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,

Winter Cold

Spring is here, yet winter has not left us.
It's a time for blossoms to come forth - but they are freezing
from the cold.
Look out a window and see the bright sun shining everywhere,

Men! ! ! !

Men lament that they have no time to do things
needed being done.

Yet, they sit wasting time, watching T.V. for

A Blessing From God

Quietly whispering tunes in imagination,
letting them flow outward into snow-filled memories,
sliding across on a sled big enough to hold all six
of us sisters.


Leaves, branches, trees waving good-bye to me
and playing a beautiful symphony with the
gentle breeze.

Descriptive Poem

Tar sucking in warm rays of the sun.
Ivy crawling and clinging closely to a wire fence.
Brick buildings standing, feet apart, looking over the streets.
Flowers shooting out their beautiful colors to passers-by.