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Gypsy

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soul drifter
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0 posted 09-11-2004 08:28 PM       View Profile for soul drifter   Email soul drifter   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for soul drifter

Gypsy

My tea leaf reading gypsy's caravan
has left the town in a dreamless slumber
I left my love on a keychain
inside her little wanderlust heart
I know I'll never feel this way again
I know I'll never see her face again
so to the grey street whores
goes the scraps of my heart
bled Rorschach on Irish poetry
mingling with the misty garden rain
as I enter the cathedral gates
planting my gypsy's blood red roses
in the wet soil of my uncle's grave
with raindrops kissing the petals
to fade to black, reminding me of
my seafaring father's old faded cloak
the color of midnight in winter
just like the day I was born
born to love ocean eyed women
and write my poetry and prose
on the bone white sheets
my mother would hang to dry
in the warm April breeze
smelling of soap and clover
and I'd drape them over
the windows at night
stare at the ink stain words
in the flickering firelight
until I would collapse
at the winking light of dawn
mumbling ancient promises
I saved up for my ocean eyed gypsy
back then, so new, so real
and feather light, tickling my hands
so I ripped them to shreds
put them in a big glass jar
with her seraphim feather necklace
and old green tea leaves
that I knew held my destiny
in their dark aromic grooves
just like magic, just like the grooves
on a scratchy Billie Holiday record
she bought me one frozen Christmas day

"Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey

© Copyright 2004 Zach Hilgefort - All Rights Reserved
Susan
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1 posted 09-11-2004 10:56 PM       View Profile for Susan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Susan

I like this - exotic in its visuals - much enjoyed.

Susan

Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you.  Joy is a state of mind.

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2 posted 09-11-2004 11:36 PM       View Profile for Midnitesun   Email Midnitesun   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Midnitesun

wow, Zach, your imagery pulls the reader in quickly, then keeps the momentum moving, as if pulled along in a stream of feelings that finally culminates in
a quiet pond
and I could HEAR MS Holiday on a scratchy old vinyl

WELL DONE! keeper
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3 posted 09-11-2004 11:38 PM       View Profile for Midnitesun   Email Midnitesun   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Midnitesun

at least it's a keeper when you remember to click the library button
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4 posted 09-12-2004 07:44 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

LOTS of imagery in this one...
a very good, visual poem!
BluesSerenade
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5 posted 09-12-2004 02:07 PM       View Profile for BluesSerenade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for BluesSerenade

My tea leaf reading gypsy's caravan
has left the town in a dreamless slumber
I left my love on a keychain
inside her little wanderlust heart

Sad, but oh so good.  The colors you work with are brilliant!!

Wonderful poet you are, soul drifter~
OwlSA
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6 posted 04-16-2011 01:35 AM       View Profile for OwlSA   Email OwlSA   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for OwlSA

Ah, found it!  After reading Gypsy II, I was looking for Gypsy I instead of Gypsy.

As mesmerising as Gypsy II!  I was your captive audience.  

Tugged at my heart strings to read Kacy (Midnitesun) again as though she was still here with us, before she became part of the Earth's ether that she loved/loves so much.  We all miss her so much.  Strange that JerryPat and I were talking about her being able to read his Van Gogh poem, just before my reading this.

Owl
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