Open Poetry #49 |
Gypsy blood |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
That gypsy blood pulses so within the frame of all it knows pushing, pushing, this way/that looking for an exit point. No door, no hole, no crevice, crack, but still the search goes on and on like one determined not to stay forever in the dark. Where is the light, where is the light, and, yes, it listens ardently but who can speak to gypsy blood when confined so deep, deep, down? The will to pulse grows weaker every day so when you go on walk-abouts spare a thought and prayer or two that gypsy blood will find the door. But time, that artful thing called time may not come to the party and that poor old gypsy blood will simply cease to be. Rest in Peace! Helen / 3 October 2015 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
"like one determined not to stay forever in the dark." Your gypsy blood will just not allow you peace it seems. Forever giving you cause to resist and you give us a summary of what is taking place within you. As you so eloquently wrote, someday it will escape from the dark. ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks, Jerry. Yes, at that elusive "some time" all things are possible. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
The restless spirit is vivid in this piece. And time, while it sometimes may seem the enemy, in the end brings us all to the same place. Michael |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Yes, indeed it does, Michael. Thanks for reading. |
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