Talking To Ourselves Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Knocking on doors of vacant homes, talking to ourselves,
for no one wants to hear our thoughts or opinions these
days.

Walking along lonely pathways, communing with nature,
taking in it's beauty and solitude, an intense silence
giving rare moments of awareness and contemplation.

Seeing details of life in even the smallest things on
paths through forests or in the desert, noticing their
quiet and intense patterns repeated within each one.


Writing of them in a tangible rhythm of picturesque land-
scapes, portraying tempos in wonderful ways through simple
prose from the mind of this mere poet.