Iobic Feelings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Iobic Feelings
Just before nightfall the world is still - quiet -
peaceful.
Winds have died down, breezes have disappeared.
A white and light blue sky has an iobic feeling
tingeing the atmosphere.
An odor of rain still hangs in mid-air, tantalizing
senses to become aware of surrounding earth visions,
calling to our nature's to beware of failing tides
this side of life.
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