Tripping Silence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tripping Silence



Wending ways down lanes of pastimes,
listening to a calm silence, tripping
through my mind.

Sensing feelings being jumbled like
clothes in a dryer, watching as they
are tossed around constantly.

Not letting any of them touch my heart
right now, just observing their
characters and essences, until I tire
of them.

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