RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Poems of RoseAnn V. Shawiak

10041. Style Of Being 3/13/2013
10042. Styles Of Life 3/10/2013
10043. Subconscious Dreams 1/9/2014
10044. Subconscious Facets 1/16/2014
10045. Subconscious Gates 4/10/2013
10046. Subconscious Imagination 12/6/2013
10047. Subconscious Knowledge 2/22/2014
10048. Subconscious Orb 12/13/2013
10049. Subconscious Pain 2/12/2013
10050. Subconscious Reality 4/19/2014
10051. Subconscious Sands 1/16/2014
10052. Subconscious Vapor 3/2/2014
10053. Subconscious World 10/21/2013
10054. Subconsciousness Stirring 2/24/2014
10055. Subjected To Illusions 2/12/2014
10056. Sublime Awakening 12/11/2013
10057. Sublime Caverns 12/29/2013
10058. Sublime Concentration 11/23/2013
10059. Sublime Delight 10/29/2013
10060. Sublime Direction 11/14/2013

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.

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