If I could pick
the trees to
gather into a
bouquet and
place the mountains
in a rock collection,
maybe this land
wouldn't leave me feeling
so hungry.
Author notes
Written June 2004, age 17, while sitting on a patio at my hotel after arriving in Italy
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dude this is cool. thanks for the entry!
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Thanks! Please feel free to check out any of my other work...I joined less than a month ago, am still sorta getting to know the site.
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woah. this is awesome. you have written this so beautifully, with a great ending. lovely piece!
you describe every feeling I get when I go back to my homeland..&& you have expressed it in ways no one else has. simply awesome
&& I am really honored to be on your favourites list!
best of luckies!
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Juxtapositions isn't the word......?
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I don't know where Italy enters but love this nevertheless... Youe juxtapositions were confusing at first but all came together in the end... That was well appreciated.
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I was sitting on a patio at my hotel right after I arrived in Italy. That's how it fits in. Thanks for the comment.
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Fucking "enjambment"... sorry but i've been trying to think of the proper term... lol
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LOL....don't feel bad. My mother is an English teacher (i.e., I've had literary terms pounded into me my entire life), and I didn't even know that one.
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Lol... I could very well have spelled it wrong but I know it's the intended term... I'm such a geek... lol
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Well how could I argue with that... lol. Nice work!
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