Dear Readers,
The time has come to share this week's poem with you all! I highly appreciate any feedback or suggestions that you might have for me.
Day Thirty Three's Progress:
Today I wrote the last stanza of the poem. It still needs a lot of work though. I also edited some of the smaller stanzas. For now, I feel like it isn't really a poem, and I need to fix a lot of things before it is completed. I was thinking that maybe I don't even need the last stanza, since there is a feel of an end to it. Here is what I have so far:
13 presents, 13 years
A musical carousel,
Cookies inside,
To remind me of the sweet melodies
my parents sang to me.
A beautiful book,
That encapsulates
My love for all stories.
Handcrafted earrings, with rubies,
My birthstone —
Showing my enjoyment of making crafts.
A hand-painted broach,
Traveled all the way from Russia
Representing all of the traveling
That I will do.
Earrings — pressed flowers inside,
Capturing the beauty
That surrounds me.
Silk Scarf —
Lined houses from Venice
A man singing, on his gondola.
Special markers, to help make
My unique imprint,
Permanent.
An olive green sweatshirt
I know have the knowledge,
I will always be warm.
Soothing lotion to teach me,
Indirectly, about priorities.
Always take care of oneself.
Watercolors,
Photographing memories
With beautiful tones.
A necklace
Om as the pendant,
The powerful vibrations of that word,
Allows me to feel
The Whole Universe.
Even more — metallic watercolors
Gold and silver
Through a different
Form.
A custom sketchbook
To trace my journey,
And colored inks,
To make an influence
With my words.
The last paragraph that I might not include:
Is it one present for every year?
Maybe 13 at once
to make up for each year?
Waking up to sweet smells of waffles,
the smell of fresh fruit.
Setting my sights on each gift.
The greatest gift of all
stands right in front of me,
my two supporting bricks
to this growing house,
holding the bowl of unconditional love,
none other,
than my own two
parents.
I hope you enjoyed it!
~ Golden Ink
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