Choosing To Be Still Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Choosing To Be Still



Sun shining brilliantly from behind storm clouds, winds
kicking up their heels, getting ready to blow and bluster
through the desert.

Pleasant senses being touched, giving sensuous desires a
fragrant scent of heaven to keep me going.

Separate positions are being laid out for me to choose
from, yet, leaning back, I choose to just be still, writing
and enjoying nature playing around me.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 19 December 2014

Interesting choice of stances, in a sense you validate both by choosing neither and resting between them with your hands empty. In our society of such entrenched POVs and closed-minded refusal to discuss disagreements in an open spirit, such a withdrawal from judgment is so refreshing. Imagine how some of our fierce political pundits would benefit from the very thing you are doing in the third stanza. Here is another element of the way your poetic mind works that Tushar should know about. I have the feeling that the extremes of nature are being reconciled in the poet's mind. That may be a figurative viewpoint, and not a literal one. but here's a parallel from the real world. When Vaclav Havel was leading tense discussions between rebels and former communists about the future of their country, he first had a minute of silence, then a minute of laughter. Only after those opposites came together did they discuss politics.

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