Life's Lost Essence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Busy mornings at the senior center, talking, writing and
conversing with nature.

Vibrant liveliness stirring quietly in the silence of the
courtyard, not letting anything interfere with the recog-
nition life is being given.

Atmosphere being readied for the timelessness of another
moment as it waits breathlessly, not daring to move lest
it disappear forever in the glimpse of a nanosecond.

Combing through subconsciousness, looking for the essence
of life that used to be so effervescent and now is no more.

Bitterness having taking it away through the stress and
loss of everyday life.