Ok, I'm feeling pretty proud of my own cleverness tonight. My poem is a simile of the changes that occur to oneself when travelling and the changes that dirt undergoes to transform into rock. It's sedimentary.
Alright! Alright! I'll stop. But, really, travelling is a magical experience that transforms and refines your character and your life skills. I was reflecting on some of my most amazing travel experiences, my semester in Merida, Venezuela, my one year wedding anniversary in the United Kingdom. Those adventures punctuate the story of my life in exclamation points and all caps. Hence, the poem:
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AuthorCreative enthusiast, gregarious naturalist, opinionated humanist, MBA, RYT 200. Amy Kay Czechowicz completed a poetry challenge for 2018, 2020, and half of 2023 by posting an original poem daily to this blog. She teaches yin and vinyasa weekly at Green Lotus Yoga in Lakeville, Minnesota and chimes in here from time to time with musings and rhymes. Archives
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