RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Whispers Have Disappeared

Smiling inside and out with the beauty touching me from
interior rhythms, shining in my mind.

Letting me enjoy the total freedom of living in their
atmospheres with no fear of reprisals.

Taking avenues, leading always to and from music's
tempos, learning to discern knowledge and wisdom through
their intense equations and mathematical calculations.

Believing in the answers being emitted and enticed from
within their formulas always enjoyed - their final beats
as they are drummed into sands of tomorrow's horizons, as
we get up and walk away from them.

Leaving no reminders of our having been there, no footprints
even in the sands of life.

Whispers of our lives have all disappeared and can no longer
be heard on earth.

Leaving everyone who knew and loved us, bereft and alone.

Submitted: Sunday, May 18, 2014

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