Taking Away Stillness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Chugging like a locomotive into the afternoon, leaving
nothing to chance, bringing the party of rhythm into
being.

Strutting down lanes of music, taking the beauty of
life along with them into sunsets of tomorrow.

Interior peace being held up and poured into chalices,
saved for tomorrow's moments of bereavement.

Taking the mysteries of unknown tempos into future realms
of incessant drumming, soothing the elements of sadness
rising above the surface.

Taking away the stillness of silence in the wake of
locomotives, rushing out into deserts of placid solace,
never really attained while still living.