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Family Culture

That's the last place I lived while still at home  
till my heart sought to journey my birthplace.

Indulgence Sea storms, formed riffles, and cold foam.
Were dealt crumbs through our life,  we needed space.
Submissive to the man culture and race;  
worked every day to feed his family.
Treated the familia carelessly

Greeting a birthplace with no suffering.  
Relationship with my identity 
building, nurturing, and understanding.
    


1/11/2017

Familia:   Spanish for family  
Indulgence:  alcoholism 
Foam: abuse


Dizain 

 rhyme scheme is: a. b. a. b. b. c. c. d. c. d. with a 10 syllable count
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December 12, 2017 at 11:44 AM
Great write Eve. Culture is definitely something that is hard to escape. This seems a very difficult style but you made it work so well! :) Best, Judy
Martin Avatar
February 18, 2017 at 12:44 PM
Familiar story to many. Congratulations Eve on your win! :-)
Scars Avatar
February 11, 2017 at 1:41 PM
This one really made me think- I wasn't sure if it should be sad, or angry? But very though provoking and intense nonetheless. thank you and congrats ;)-luloo
Andresen Avatar
January 12, 2017 at 2:15 PM
- A wonderful poem, Eve - "rhyme scheme is: a. B. A. B. B. C. C. D. C. D. With a 10 syllable count" .... for me this is an "alien language" :))) - ... impressive write :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Roper Avatar
January 14, 2017 at 9:50 PM
Thank you, Sunshine, was very easy considering the idea of writing with something with some meat in it...
Trifiatis Avatar
January 12, 2017 at 3:03 AM
Your artful writing shows clearly your talent in this form dear, Eve!
Green Avatar
January 11, 2017 at 7:07 AM
I have never tried this form and probably won't it seems very difficult, but not as difficult as the scene you have created with your words. Though I know things like this happen all of time, they shouldn't. Nicely expressed Eve.
Wolf Avatar
January 11, 2017 at 2:25 AM
What a difficult form! And you did so well. Are you still on Holy days (holidays)! Ha.
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