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Gypsy lady
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Gypsy lady |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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The gypsy lady’s gone to sleep on a bed of thorns and roses and one could say she’s dead if not for the breath of life flowing in and out. The thorns beget a sob and of the roses they beget a sigh for things long gone but she murmurs like a dreamer held in the arms of love. When eyelids flitter so, just so, I think she’ll wake to be a gypsy lady dancing but still she sleeps; there must be grief that keeps her comatose. There’s a wilting now in process as winter falls upon the scene and soon no bed to lie upon for that sleeping gypsy lady. The gypsy lady’s gone to sleep, there’s nothing left for her to keep, and so she sleeps unmindful of the dry and brittle soon to snap. Pass by, pass by; there’s no desire in eyes closed to a world that offers up so many lies in denial of the truth! Helen / 19 April 2012 |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Helen you have really written a touching piece here. Quite sad really. I can relate all too well. Lori  |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Wow! Wonderful piece - and awesome opening stanza! Much enjoyed... j. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: This is very lovely and poignant, dear Helen. Though you may use the word "gypsy" generically speaking of someone who moves all the time or as a synonym for "freedom-addicted" etc., I still felt the curiosity to know if Gypsies ever arrived to South Africa. And I learned that Romanichals actually reached the extreme South of Africa. Interesting. You also make me think of homeless people whose life is getting harder in winter ... Very intense and beautifully written. Love, Margherita |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I love how you progressed the Gypsy Lady's death progress and how, even with winter coming on, she refuses to awake and live. A sad poem, but then I particularly like the sad ones. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
it is indeed a world that 'offers too many lies!' ... interesting 'write' ! |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
A touching piece, Helen. I can relate. Ida |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks everyone! I can't think of anything profound to say so I guess I too am sleeping. Helen |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
How I wish the truth were revered as in days gone by...seems one cannot trust too easily these days...I love this poem... |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Helen...Great poem, I really was captured by each stanza following the demise of the Gypsy Lady. My favorite part is the last stanza ...Paul Pass by, pass by; there’s no desire in eyes closed to a world that offers up so many lies in denial of the truth! ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you Startime and Paul. Everyone seems to have another agenda these days so, yes, it is hard to trust or perhaps it's impossible to trust. Helen |
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