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Gypsy II
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Gypsy II |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Gypsy II There is a rose-scented hushed wonder hanging on my twirling gypsy girl, laying out the dusk like a majestic carpet of flaming October. She is the kaleidoscope diamond in the Dublin rough, breaking green bottles over the heads of touchy-feely drunkards in smokey dens of night. And I know I can fit in there somewhere, amidst crumbing castles and sad maidens who don't hold a candle or a torch or firecracker to that mystical gypsy Scorpio, burning bridges and every man in town as if her leathery-skinned life depended on it. But I, in my blue Cancer crab awe, will do what I can to hold the moonlight just a little closer to her, to see, close up, her melted candle wax tears streaming on down, down, down below the Tropic of Capricorn, to add her weighty Pennsylvania sadness to the deep blue-green sea. And I glide, under strange stars circling, spiraling down the galactic drain, to comfort her unsettled magical soul. And I'll always spin these Van Morrison records just for her, even if she'll never ever love me. Oh ocean-eyed woman of the sun, please, please say you'll love me. There is a tea leaf reading gypsy who has a heart shaped like a cannonball and she'll never know how I long to have her inflammatory love shot deep into me and there is a poetic conflagration that I own in the elegant shape of her and I hope she will remember that I was the one, I was the gun that set her flight tonight. "Don't mistake paradise for a pair of long legs." -Watts, Some Kind of Wonderful |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
THIS was just good reading. Love your play on words. Liked very much the continuous drama associated with the "twirling gypsy girl," and every line just gave the reader (me) more of the wonders of your starry-eyed and down-to-earth (yes, there can be both at the same time) pen. ~ At the siege of Vienna in 1683 Islam seemed poised to overrun Christian Europe. We are in a new phase of a very old war. ~ |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
This is quite nice, there is movement in your poem, like watercolors all running together making a special kind of magic. Good to see you here, funny how I was thinking that I hadn't read you in a while, and here you are drifting through.  |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
A most captivating read! Helen |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Wow! You had me enthralled and wide-eyed every word of the way, like a child sitting on the floor at the feet of a story-teller, with your haunting magical reality (as Jerry put it too)! I am off to find Gypsy I. I hope there is going to be a Gypsy III. Owl |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Fellow Pipsters, if you are looking for the previous Gypsy poem, search for Gypsy, not Gypsy I. I forgot to save this one so came back, and of course had to read it again! Wow! Owl |
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bentobo New Member
since 2011-04-18
Posts 7 |
read this first one after signing up love it - thanks |
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LittleWillow Member
since 2007-12-27
Posts 54 |
I love it, love the way it has been written. (: |
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