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soul drifter
Senior Member

since 2004-09-08

Posts 711
Colorado

0 posted 2004-09-11 08:28 PM

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

Susan
Member Ascendant

since 2004-03-27

Posts 5104
walking the surreal

1 posted 2004-09-11 10:56 PM

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.

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

2 posted 2004-09-11 11:36 PM

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

Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

3 posted 2004-09-11 11:38 PM

at least it's a keeper when you remember to click the library button

Sunshine

Administrator

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

4 posted 2004-09-12 07:44 AM

LOTS of imagery in this one...
a very good, visual poem!

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

5 posted 2004-09-12 02:07 PM

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
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

6 posted 2011-04-16 01:35 AM

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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