I roam the world with just my laptop in hand,
A digital nomad, free to explore this vast land.
From lively urban areas to peaceful coastlines
I work and wander, forever wanting more.
My office is wherever I choose to be,
A cafe in Paris or a beach by the sea.
I connect with clients from miles away,
Technology bridging the gap, making it all okay.
The world is my oyster, my playground to roam,
No boundaries or limits, just me and my Chrome.
I chase the sun, follow my dreams,
Living a life that's not as it appears.
So here I am, a digital nomad at heart,
Embracing the unknown, ready to depart.
With each new adventure, I find my way,
In this digital world, where I choose to stay.
About the Creator
Ian Sankan
I am a writer with proven writing ability in various fields. I consider writing a passionate career and a platform through which I extend my intellectual ability.
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli6 days ago in Poets
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This was a beautifully written poem. I loved it!
Well done Ian.