Whiling Away Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Whiling Away Moments



Whispering many thoughts into the atmosphere, hoping they
will land in poems of great renown one day.

Expecting a repertoire of magnificent messages displayed
in each one, beautiful and monumental in their own standing.

Whiling away moments, keeping time in tempos of rhythm,
displaying musical interludes between every thing being
written.

Soaring on wings of silk, going all over the heavens with
out ever falling, taking time by the hand and never losing
a moment of it here on earth.

Not taking vacations from writing, because for me it is
a vacation from everyone and everything in life.

Going within self, hearing and seeing nothing, but photo-
graphic screens while writing from poems.

Walking through rain, sliding down mountains, skipping
through deserts, always in imagination, a freedom so aptly
attuned to an inner soul.

Not wanting to stop and eat or drink, not communicating
with anyone when in depths of being alone.

Always enjoying with immense pleasure, all times being
enveloped so perfectly and soothingly forever inside.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Pius Didier 13 November 2014

nice nice interesting piece.wish to rank it 10...thank you for your share

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