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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
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 |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
I like this - exotic in its visuals - much enjoyed.  SusanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
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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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
at least it's a keeper when you remember to click the library button |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
LOTS of imagery in this one... a very good, visual poem! |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
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~ |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
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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