Roseann V Shawiak

strife and trials.Stretching themselves along rhythm’s clothes-lines, finalizing the ending of a beautifulsong, sung with a taste of honey.

Keeping it everlastingly tied to my intellect as I write every day, sending pictures to my brain, so I will always write from them.

Preferring the silence of my soul to any activity not matching my moods or attitude.

Taking altogether, pieces of life, arranging them in a picturesque video that I can replay whenever I want.Careful to not dwell too long, lest I lose my mind in the final outcome.

Never leaving any pages empty, all is perfect in exercises of writing.There is nothing more to see as the bubbles slide into another universe to be expressed in someone else’s words.

Veterans, one and all, our heroes for life, protecting generations of family in unison.

Burning off liquor and having a very good time of it.Dancing, running into each other, laughing and beingenticed by one another to have fun.Kicking, moving up and down – returning to a startingposition – only to start over again.

brilliant colors, until the sundisappears below the horizon.Leaving us in a darkened evening,ready for bed tonight.

loneliness – unescapeable on this earth.Circling efforts of help, not being able to conquer any ofthe feelings of emptiness, covering your mind with alibi’sof dishonesty.Bringing some semblance to the brim of pioneer truths as theyfall into laps of pious people on their way to lands ofeffervescent pastimes.Not letting go of all beautiful staccato steps of…

the right amount.Circling the area with lyrics being spun into poeticalmusings.Falling onto the dance floor in front of every-one sitting here, enjoying beautiful masterpieces, beingsung loudly in total fun, not caring who hears if we’reout of tune or not.