Soothing Motions Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Soothing Motions



Flattening down voice, attempting to be heard,
yet vocally not getting it.
A little strain and suddenly voice comes up to
perfect pitch.
Staying on track like a slow locomotive, climbing
steadily up mountains of reliability, justifying
purposes along the way.
Surrendering to soothing motions while wheels pull
into stations of tomorrow.

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