We got to Sofia, the capital of Bulgaria, a week ago. We’ve started homeschooling and Bella and I wrote poems. The first one is mine (Cyrus’s), the second one is Bella’s.
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| From The Big Fieid Trip – London and Sofia, September 2009 |
Moss and grass grow between the cracks in the sidewalks
Crunch, I step on an empty green aluminum can
A bright reflection of the gold dome of a church blinds me for a moment
A gold M, a McDonald’s sign, stands on top of a ten-story building – a big gray block
Tangled gray TV and telephone lines along the cracked plaster of a wall
A parade of beeping cars with streamers stops at a red light, coming from a wedding
The ground vibrates as an electric trolley rumbles by
Ta-dum, ta-dum, ta-dum, a car tire driving over black cobblestones
Screech! A fan belt slips
A white plastic bag whips around in the wind in a trash-filled empty lot
Drip-drop, drip –drop, drip-drop, raindrops ripple puddles in a stone-lined pond then it begins to pour
In the rain, people funnel underground to emerge on the other side of the street
CAESARS CASINO a sign says, a man dressed as a Roman soldier, his spear points towards storm clouds
The rain water seeps into my clothes like a sponge, and I run for cover into a grove of chestnut trees
By Cyrus
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| From The Big Fieid Trip – London and Sofia, September 2009 |
The violin sounds like the mosquito buzzing in my ear at night
A gray haired man plays classical music on the subway stairs
On the steps of a church an old woman sells flowers in plastic cups
In a park a German shepherd runs “S”s in the grass, chasing a stick
A black statue of a dancer stands inside of a fountain full of chestnut leaves and
Above her 15 pigeons perch on a wire
Passing through a parking lot I smell car exhaust
Vroom! Vroom! A car drives fast and screeches around the corner
Rabbits in a cage on the sidewalk with children’s fingers poking inside
Plastic elephants in the window stare out at me
Black leather high-heeled boots, 300 Lev
Flakey pastry polygons in a bakery window
The smell of fresh bread floats into the air
By Bella
Tags: Bulgaria · Poem · Poetry · Sofia3 Comments
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Cyrus and Bella, I loved your poems as I love you.
You are both able to describe the scenes you are seeing, what you are hearing and experiencing. Thanks for taking me to Bulgaria.
I can’t wait to hear some poems about your experiences in the countryside of Bulgaria.
XXOO Grandma Cole
Cyrus, all that in just one week. What a great memory and great way to share about your experience.
Bella, you are the animal lover, aren’t you. What a fun piece of poetry.
Give my little Cruz a hug! Love you all!
Bella, I almost forgot. I kept looking at you in the pictures and thinking how cute but something is different. At first I thought you had on makeup, with those curly eyelashes, but then I realized that you have “bangs” now. I love them. Whats the story?