Lone Drummer Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lone Drummer



Pounding ivories gently with an innate rhythm,
beating to it's own drummer as it marches on
newly-made pathways.
Keeping to itself, privatizing thoughts on
adjacent shores.
Soundlessly listening to waves of frothy foam
fold themselves upon the sand, ending on
sunsetical coastlines of the hereafter.

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