Gentle Breezes Blowing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gentle Breezes Blowing

Rating: 4.5


Entering gates of imagination, inventing and creating
beginning instantaneously, walking through forests,
across deserts, up and down mountains and ravines.

Seeing all types of animals and beauty of nature as it
surrounds me, flowers blossoming, welcoming me into
depths of my mind.

Gentle breezes whistling through intellect, giving an
energy to my being while writing poetically of all the
scenes I've imagined, exposing them in poetry.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 05 February 2016

EXPOSING THEM TO POETRY - this is pure lyricism, RoseAnn, and it's beautiful on its own terms which is that of a carefree Nature Hike with or without other people. Sometimes you're standing still in silent awe, and sometimes you're taking deep breaths of air and almost running with delight. But everything that makes you the poet of a lovely summer day is present at this moment. (P.S. You don't need the intellectual baggage my previous postings.) This poem illustrates your usual sentiment of gratitude for a lovely world, it shows how you affirm the world itself for its own sweet sake. And the poem is sweet and lovely, because it mirrors that heavenly reality.

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Valsa George 04 February 2016

A stroll into the hillside and valleys with so many sights coming into view and enjoying the invigorating wind! This will revive the poet in us! I can relate to this beautiful experience!

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