Figuratively enjoying conversations with a friend, touching <br />upon the different facets involved in our lives. <br /> <br />All of the sorrow and undeserved turmoil that has landed us <br />in the positions we have found ourselves in. <br /> <br />Energy wasted, ebbing and waning, depending on what is <br />happening to us at any given moment in time. <br /> <br />Burying ourselves in pastimes of poetry just to keep our- <br />selves going to the end of life, our spirits ebbing and <br />flowing rhythmically throughout our days and nights. <br /> <br />Floundering and succumbing to every rising tide, carrying <br />us out to sea and sending us adrift in a sea of grief.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pastimes-of-poetry/
