I am a bohemian living in the 21st century,
I give everything up, just to be me
A male of young age, I travelled beneath the bright stars
The times I spent alone at night
I plucked the strings
Of a lyre,
And listened
Red wine spices my tongue
Before I feel the essence as I swallow
Wiping the discoloured effect
Off my lips
On this warm, August, summers’ evening
I place my hands into my torn breeches
And stand from my balcony
Looking on I see pure beauty
Significance to me
Antoni Gaudi’s masterpieces
Arouses my inspiration
I absorb my surroundings
Through my modern cameras eye
Distant sound of Euphonious Spanish guitar
Flamenco dancers drawing crowds
Over-active kids continually laughing
All the while the tip of my brush
Begins a journey
On what was a empty canvas
Welcome to AD, Mitzee. You're off to a good start. I enjoyed the stark realism of your poem. The language is clean and you leave little doubt about thoughts. May I suggest that you express your feelings more by using your descriptive talent--why you are writing, the source of your inspiration, how it makes you feel, etc. You have a future as a writer of some renown. Ed
Exploring the impact of literary icon Flannery O'Connor's noted legacy on the cultural realities of modern-day America, the world, and a certain author.
Exploring the impact of literary icon Flannery O'Connor's noted legacy on the cultural realities of modern-day America, the world, and a certain author.
Yankee Doodle Daddy is a historical Appalachian Family Saga. The story follows a mother's reckoning as she struggles to survive and keep her four daughters alive.
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