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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The Last Wish
Every day an estimated 3,000 euros are thrown into the Trevi Fountain in Rome. Moonlight dances on Metasabia’s Ethiopian skin. She stands on the tiny terrace of a large estate building, the heat of this Summer night gathered moistly on her pores. In her arms she holds her breastfeeding baby who she almost lost at birth 6 months earlier. Her suckle is so forceful it’s hard to believe she touched death. She named her daughter Minyoti, the Amharic word for ‘wish’. Metasabia has always believed in wishes and now even more so. In the distance, the round roof of the Vatican seems to mirror the moon both in shape and glory.
By Phoebe Azario5 years ago in Poets
The Certain Black Book--A Look into the Abyss
As he started penning in his journal, he put his pen down and started to ponder… what was it? The Gold he had misplaced. The suspense grew as he could only envision the outcome after outcome wondering--why and how--he came to a conclusion of His Death.
By Jana Cooksey 5 years ago in Poets
