Practicing Solace Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Soothing tones, calming hearts of stressful undertakings
on days of toil and strife.
Words spoken quietly, enticing desires of serenity to
enter abodes, practicing moments of peaceful solace.
Crying into cups of language, translating sorrow into
feelings set in words of transition.
A picturesque mirror of adjectives, describing moments
of life on blackboards of slate, to be erased by tears
in the future.