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Tavia Robshaw Jul 2013
Life As We Know It   7/16/2013

We walk, we talk, we see what's going on.
But do we see the ripples on the pond, or the slight movement of a frog
Do we see how the tree curves inward trying to lean over the pond to touch the others

Can we study the carefulness of the reflection on the water
Can we see how the blue sky turns a pale blue almost white reflection in the water

How the water trickles down the leave into the pond.
Do we truly pay attention to what we see going some place or doing something. Do we truly take our time to smell the roses.

Do we understand why things such as flowers or trees or even a sigh are put where they are. The arrangement of the flower garden. The colors like the orange flowers in the back and the pink in the front middle section with tiny blue flowers.

Do we see these things going about our busy lives.
Like the murkiness of the pond telling you its not shallow
How the tree was placed to shade the sign and flowers from the burning sun. But giving it the right amount of sun so the flowers don’t die.

We walk past some of the most beautiful things on the earth.

Clear your mind, take a breath, pause to take in what is around you.
Tavia Robshaw Jul 2013
Poetrys Definition- Tavia Robshaw

Poetry is what you think it is.
word put into lines that have varies
metaphors. Where they talk about feeling
colors, how this puzzle doesn't fit.
Do they truly know what puzzles don’t fit?
Can you fit several pieces of one puzzle
in a few other puzzles? Using metaphors,
so the reader better understands what they
are talking about. But you can interpret
what you don’t know? Can you understand
without the know perspective of the poet?
You can break a poem down but will you get
what they are trying to tell you?

Poetry is among all words being used in different ways.
They way you shape your poem, so it's appealing to the eye.
They way your poem flows.
The way you want you reader to understand your poem these are the thing you must understand what writing a poem.

Keeping these in mind might be beneficial to the people reading them.
Keeping this intelligence is what you need.
Tavia Robshaw Jun 2013
Walking you might smell the cow manure from the several farms that franklin county hold. We are build on hard labor and strength. Some have it easy. Never work a day in there life. The watch the screen of a tv or laptop. Unknowing that there life is passing them by. We have the older generation everywhere, the mean ones and the kind hearted ones. I personally think they hold our county together. Something are ment to be. But our county shows a lot of our history. We know that one day our generations will stand and clean the messes up that the generations before us have dirtied.
Modern Franklin County Poem 2
Tavia Robshaw Jun 2013
This is not just a normal town. Everyone knows everyone. Faces are recognized even though names can't be matched. We are kind. We are hard working people. Doing what we can for our children and town. Yes we have the everyday people with there I to cool for you attitude, but what town doesn't. We may seem unfriendly but we will give you directions if asked. We are kind folk with or accents, and our left out t's. We come together as one to be here for everyone.
Modern Franklin County Poem 1
Tavia Robshaw Jun 2013
You watch me from above like a vicious dove. Ready to dive-bomb me at any possible movement. Any movement im dead. One wrong miss interoperation im dead. One wrong word I spend the rest of my life locked up like a caged bird. Ready to fly but confined behind bars.
Modern China Poem 1
Tavia Robshaw May 2013
We may love. But we have to send them off like a dove. Above all we loose or love. This of all impacts the world. Loosing our beloved children. To disapprove our world. We the mother give, our children to another love.  To be loosed feeling unloved.
New China Poem 1
Tavia Robshaw May 2013
Existence is nothing more than important to us.

Concealed from the world.

We require no assistance  from the world.

Uncertain about our own existence.

We sit wondering about life.

On the other side of the walls, the mountains, the seas and oceans.

What could be located in  this grime and dust

Tell our history.
Old China Poem 2
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