Bohemia Poem by willow moon pearce

Bohemia

Rating: 4.9


Are different thoughts really different?
In ways of dress
Black eyeliner
Long and black beribboned hair?

Who lived and were forgotten
In the 60's?
They were gleefully different
But easily dismissed as youth
And are now copied as a phase

I realised late in life how different
Eccentric and utterly interesting
Quentin Crisp was.
And how I would have liked to talk to him and hopefully be a friend.
But death erased him although
He hovers in my mind.

Being a Bohemian is a way of life I love
Love of Books, poetry and life
Although people stare
It buoys me up
Because I am not like you
And very careful who I let
Through the door
No keeping up with the joneses
But keeping people special.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Scarlett Treat 14 February 2006

If walking to the beat of a different drummer makes one Bohemian, then I suspect that most poets are B'H. I like your thought about being careful whom we allow in.

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Julia Klimenova 05 February 2006

The way you put it, I believe I'm a Bohemian too. Totally relate to the last stanza. Yours, Julia.

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***** ********* 28 December 2005

I liked this wispy stroll though life serene willow! Thanks for sharing it. 10 from Bohemiam till the end. Tai

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