Silently Waiting Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silent, thinking, reticent, just sitting here writing poetry,
letting feelings filter through music and it's rhythms, all
soothing, calming this interior intellect with a purpose.

Keeping me focused and constantly awake as thoughts continue
to energize me totally, waiting, being ignored, left to my own
devices.

Numb inside, letting my mind choose attitudes and moods to fit
how I will face this day, people going by, smiling, saying Hi,
nothing more.

Looking out the window occasionally, watching nature at play in
the early morning sunlight, throwing shadows every which way,
lying upon the ground awaiting the movement of whatever it is
reflecting in the light.