RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Biography of RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Won the Golden Poet Award five years in a row, am in Who's Who in Poetry. Have self-published 31 books of poetry. Ten more books have just been proofread and I'll be self-publishing them soon. Also, have over 5,000 poems typed into the computer and need to print, proofread and sort them into books to be self-published. Right now I'm behind in putting 70 handwritten books of poems into the computer in book form and then proof and sort them into books also.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak's Works:
A Bereaved Poet, Horizons of Life, Shores of Life, A Bereaved Poet - Book II, Beyond Poetry, A Touch Of God, Continual Spirit Of Remembering, Natural Reflections, Musical Poetry, Poetry Of Life, Limited Edition Volume I,
Poetical Forest, Musical Islands, Picturesque Wisdom, Elderly Lifetimes, etc.
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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,