poems by Lucia Monica Gorea

BOHEMIAN SOUL  Your calm sultry voicePenetrates my Bohemian soulA river of run-on sentencesthat carves a metaphorical pathin the banks of lyrical augmentations I sit at the tableSearching for days of future pastBetween hashtags and dashesSemicolons and commasYour exclamation points finishMy question marks.Breakfast is servedyou say semanticallyI can only hear the alliteration andyour melodic tone Your quotation marks envelopthe aroma of coffee […]

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