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A gypsy's lament
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A gypsy's lament |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Back from the shores of love’s loneliness that gypsy walked forward one step at a time but laboured and slow like a stupefied toad she got nowhere fast in that winter just past. It is summer now and the sun heats the road but that burning desire now missing and gone brings nothing up from the deep down within and she neither smiles nor sheds any tears. On and on; the road seems so long to one who can’t see around the next bend but so busy trying she stumbles and falls and lands flat on her face in disgrace. It is a disgrace for she does surely know whatever is waiting won’t meet her half way or offer a sign, a symbol, or hint at what lies beyond her fall from grace. Finally then as she always does she gains control of that wanting to know and shrugs her shoulders, flicks her head, and moves again to the next bend in the road. Corners and bends, corners and bends! What happened to all those clear roads ahead that glistened and gleamed with the knowing of more and brought forth joy into the world? Helen / 1 February 2014 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
This is a dark one, Helen. The gypsy puts one foot in front of the other, going through the motions. When she falls she rises. That is the key to the poem in my opinion. She knows there is something better if she just stays the course. I hope she does stay the course and I hope it will get better than better. ~*~ If they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Hi Jerry. I guess she'll stay the course - no option really. As for the writer of the story perhaps not if she doesn't get some sleep soon. 3.30 am and I'm far from bed but soon one step at a time will get me there. Always hope - right? |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Wow...all that going round in your head I see why 3:30 is painted on your eyelid props! To heavy for that time of night! Find the older I get, seems the less I sleep, and damn it... I miss the hours (and dreams) lol. Hope tonight's better my friend. enjoyed. j. |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
the ever-increasing 'corners and bends' eventually morph into a labyrinth of life for all of us, methinks?! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you both. Yes, that labyrinth applies to us all because we are all in the same boat. I normally sleep like a baby (which perhaps I still am) but sometimes things go awry and then the story-teller comes to light. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Therein lies the danger, when we risk to become apathetic and we can't see the light even when the sun is out and beaming. The deep down within actually never fails to whisper but it is as if in some situations we close eyes and ears. Your poem is intense, sad, but its creation was well worth the loss of sleep. Warm hugs. Margherita  |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you, Margherita. Your comments as usual are very wise and knowing. Sometimes there can just be one situation too many and then all we know flies out the window - but I guess we open the door for its return. Love Helen |
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