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Gypsy of Change
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Gypsy of Change |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee 
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They stole me from my fireside The band of Salty Cracker Jacks Warm, my conditioned slumber Prepared me not for nomadic seas Waking to sugar heat dunes I wailed, suffering for my home Kicking & Screaming child of Billy Hills Shocked white, against the blue green gulf They made me dance! The song of tamborine change Charming the snakebite Chanting, fettering me in their web My skin rumbled tough I grew the olive tree tall In rhapsody of moonlight masses Sultry the melody's fire I danced the dance astonished How agile, how lissome still Kindling the wild things, growing Home within my limbs The world stole not The silken scarves of many colors Lest you count, the single thread Of innocence unravelled With my carriage wrought of cold I warmed, to travel abroad Cast into melting cauldrons Seeking to thieve my spirit I found kindred wanderers Among the West Coast cliffs, Battered Bread, The Beverly clever Black & white stills, we colored Coins tossed, heads in air We skip rocked to the dead sea plains Cold winds blew bones to ice 7 years the campfire smothered out By miracle, I caught the eye Of stormy weather, The sage saw not I hid beneath the blankets of snow Stealing a thousand horses home For even though I rolled smooth As water does to stones, I rooted The core where the waltz was prized Where the lonesome whistle blows The black almond eyes did miss me They too, changed with the tide For though they swayed the hunger My green eyes, sank in milky contrast I was the message in the bottle In the sea of hope, across the land Of opportunity, knocked round the bend Unbroken I delivered, change Only to dance the waltz, fandango Upon my mother ground, tumbled soft Welcoming me home, welcoming The blessing that some things go unchanged [This message has been edited by rwood (edited 07-23-2001).] |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
For even though I rolled smooth As water does to stones, I rooted The core where the waltz was prized Where the lonesome whistle blows The black almond eyes did miss me They too, changed with the tide For though they swayed the hunger My green eyes, sank in milky contrast O My, I love this! Excellent! Maree  "little miss understood |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
The world stole not The silken scarves of many colors Lest you count, the single thread Of innocence unravelled rwood!! This is such totally awesome writing. This is just soooo deep, I love it. Would you mind much if I just tuck this away into the treasure box of jewels I keep?? Incredible. *s* On the wings of words our spirits fly....and our souls are free. |
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mirror man Senior Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 814 |
This is very good. Line after line. Excellent. |
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Suetang Member Ascendant
since 2001-03-07
Posts 5187Melbourne, Australia |
Such wonderful images were portrayed in your lovely words, I loved this. Take care.......Sue Suetang |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
RWood~ A truly incredible piece~ 'The world stole not The silken scarves of many colors Lest you count, the single thread Of innocence unravelled' I would wish to know your inspiration, if you'd care to share. I enjoyed this very much. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Whew!...This one came from down deep for sure. Must have been bottled up. Thanks for finding a connection in this. Everyone, your comments are deeply appreciated. Gentle Spirit: You can keep as you like. I'm honored. Thanks Marge! I'm happy I provoked you to question my inspiration. It's a very condensed life story. Very tough to convey but I'll try in part... My father joined the navy when I was 5. I experienced many journeys, physically, and emotionally. Always being the new girl was very hard. There is joy in tasting worldly culture, music, dance, and food for thought, but many don't realize the pain. Of always trying to fit it. I was incapable of doing so. I was homesick all my life. For simple reasons really. Roots. No matter how accepting you can be of other people, sometimes, you stand out as a reminder to them. Non-conformity. They hate you and try to steal what it is that makes you special. But I clung to my many colors. My essence. The thread of lost innocence was anger. Anger from being expected to conform. To be them. And of course I never could. The dance however is my reaction to the pressure. It was my escape from ridicule while still being able to be myself. No one questions the movement, as long as you "seem" to go with the flow. I am home now! After 23 years, I am home. And grateful I fought the good fight. To be myself. No matter where I go.Anyway Your inquiry as a sister poet was an honor. Thanks!Sincerely, Regina |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Regina ~ I was a Marine Corps brat so I know how you felt. I believe I went to 26 different schools and the challenge was always the same. My mehod of "belonging" was sports, especially baseball. Well done! Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. Philip Sidney (1554-1586) Loving in Truth |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
Again, multi-faceted and a very illuminating explanation, Regina. Congratulations on holding your own. I LOVE the stanza which caught others' eye too: The world stole not The silken scarves of many colors Lest you count, the single thread Of innocence unravelled VERY artistically written! -MVS "When you tell the Truth, you never have to remember what you just said." |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
wonderful... colorful, descriptive, great imagery and imagination... reads well.. now... I am envious...wishing I had written it.. ( laughing) Excellent work |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Interloper: Thanks for sharing with me kindred spirit! The connection truly runs deep. You've been there for sure. Thanks for reading! Mark: Thank you for complimenting my Uniqueness & style. It is precious to me. I'm glad to shed light on the subject. As it was dredged from the deep. Cpat: Thank you! No need to be jealous. Your work is fabulous! Sincerely Regina |
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