Museums

Museums

A Poem by A Bohemian Woman

I'm burying myself in foreign tongues,
in pages set before my times.
I can't live in todays and tomorrows; 
yesterdays I exist to borrow.
A living exhibition engraved in stone, 
marble, bone and marrow.

© 2021 A Bohemian Woman


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What an interesting interpretation. Sounds like a living museum.
W.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Museums and art galleries are interesting places to visit. We can learn much about how life used to be, from paintings and from artifacts from the past. Written works from past generations also shed much light on the way life was lived back then.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Fascinating poem.. really enjoyed the way it flowed...
Looking back and existing...
Really an interesting thought..
Lisa, now in Spain

Posted 1 Year Ago


The past is fascinating and trying to reconstruct how our ancestors lived is full of interest. Your excellent poem tells of your own interest.
Great work.
Cheers,
Alan

Posted 1 Year Ago



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A Bohemian Woman
A Bohemian Woman

Bohemia, Czech Republic



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There's a room in a hotel in New York City, that shares our fate and deserves our pity. I don't want to remember it all, the promises I made if you just hold on. (Twin Skeleton's - FOB) I love .. more..

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