RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 129,729 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Iobic Feelings - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Just before nightfall the world is still - quiet -
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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 26, 2014

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