Lucia B.

Joined January 2021

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Linguist & Aspiring Polyglot

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The Precipice.
I stand near the edge The sea is roaring below Adventure awaits a step beyond If I’ll just let myself go I got myself some wings
By Lucia B.5 years ago in Poets
East into West.
You are the sunset. When does the sky Change colors? The sun and earth met And the horizon burned bright. They were passionate lovers.
By Lucia B.5 years ago in Poets
Forget Me Not
Oh that you should come like a summer rain It falls cool and gentle upon my face Until the clouds again for sun make way
By Lucia B.5 years ago in Poets
A Path Through Wildflowers
Through fields of wildflowers I wander The blossoms with passions unbridled bloom Before their joy and beauty I ponder If I will have the cheerfulness they do
By Lucia B.5 years ago in Poets
I Found You in Summer
It seems a lifetime since that summer day Perhaps I sought myself in the cobblestones Baked by the sun and worn by the decades
By Lucia B.5 years ago in Poets
The End of the World
“There is no one so indecisive as the sea.” “What do you mean?” Adi asked. “Well, the sea rushes out and away from us- from the land. But then she comes quickly back, as if she fears her own depths. And then just as quickly, she flees the land again! When will she make up her mind?”
By Lucia B.5 years ago in Humans
The Sea Only Shares Secrets After Midnight
The world was silent, sleeping. The ocean, however, lived more vigorously in the night. When the sun shined, the water glistened peacefully, but under the force of the moon it breathed a new life. The waves rushed upon the shore and crashed heavily against the rocks before once again pulling quickly away to the comfort of the depths.
By Lucia B.5 years ago in Humans
What's Up Next?
A good salesman is selling, not a product, but a solution. Why? Because the secret to choice is value. When I cuddle up with my hot chocolate and a fuzzy blanket on a rainy day, what do I value? When I’ve been stuck in my home for a year trying not to infect my community with covid, what am I craving?
By Lucia B.5 years ago in Journal
The Ocean
They say there are four oceans Really there is one Wrapped around the planet we live on Divided up for a con It is cool and fresh and blue
By Lucia B.5 years ago in Poets
In Defense of Poetry. Top Story - March 2021.
You say poetry is nonsensical that it is overly emotional and thus encourages the delusional To the point of being inconsolable
By Lucia B.5 years ago in Poets
The Secret to How is Why
“He who has a ‘why’ to live can bear almost any ‘how’.” -Friedrich Nietzsche Late April, 1961. Soviet Outpost, Antarctica.
By Lucia B.5 years ago in Humans