Sunday, January 30, 2011

The gypsy






How I wish I were a gypsy, travelling through this big old land,
without future to direct me, without past to hold my hand,
free to wander dusty sideways, with the wind as my best friend,
sharing fruits in shady orchards, whilst the stranger's ear I lend.
I'd return the gift of nectar, as I see unspoken dreams
dance behind the shaded eyes, a desire that there gleams,
for a freedom never tasted, for a touch before unfelt,
and bewitched he settles back, for the hand this day had dealt.
He now listens to the words, as they flow forth from my lips,
possibilities arise, as he deviates from scripts
written by the hands of others and from blinkered visions old,
meant to tie him to the known, that would keep him in the mould.
Although brief the hours spent, in my time and in my care,
he discovers magic sights in the softness of my stare,
'ere returning to his life, 'ere I further wander through
dusty sideways in this land, for the next dream to renew.


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65 comments:

  1. The wind being my best friend. And unspoken dreams...okay, I love this! Does this surprise you? Not in the least, I'm sure. I always enjoy your work, your thoughts, your creative mind...and you KNOW IT!

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  2. SHADOW, you 'bad' gypsy-girl, breaking hearts all over the land, always one more door away from heaven

    Maybe there will show 'that' man who will one day say to you:

    "Gypsy-girl..F'k the world and the boring, and the same, same, same. I join you. Let's make some dust, girl"

    LOVE your work, Shadow, and.....
    Oh well, PEACE!

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  3. Ah yes, the life of a true gypsy. You write in such a way that the old romantic slant of a gypsy is more than just that. Lovely post today. Meeting in minds and spirit the people we come across as we travel this life is a special one for me.

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  4. There is a certain mystical quality to gypsies... perhaps it's freedom, that unknown quality, embracing impermanence by constantly moving with it. Who knows. I wish I could just stop all the petty things that occupy me and be free.
    Lovely writing by the way. :)

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  5. may those dreams find you...i wanna be a gypsy too...

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  6. Living in the moment, what more could one ask...(Hugs)Indigo

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  7. We all want to be gypsies! What beautiful words you have written here, Shadow.

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  8. I too, long for such a dream.
    Beautifully written.

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  9. Really beautiful lines. A very nice thought of being a gypsy and being free, like the wind.

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  10. i love thiss. "the wind being my best friend" especially

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  11. Okay, how did you get that picture of me??? ;-)

    Love your poem about freedom and blowing around like a dandelion seed.

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  12. I love the romantic ideals of this piece! I really felt transported by it.

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  13. You have expressed very well the deep yearning within most of us- of a gypsy hiding within us!

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  14. beautiful thoughts...such freedom in stepping outside of the box of expectations...discovering our own way...listening to our inner compass.

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  15. I love how differently you look at things, how magical this sounds.

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  16. A true poetess. I love that this is in iambic pentameter, my favorite meter.

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  17. I do not know why I always think of the wizard of oz when I think the word gypsy. I guess because of the scene with the fortune teller. Great post Shadow. Thank you.

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  18. My Gyspsy blood (the Zinga side of the family) loves this post. But the staid German side fears it.

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  19. It's such a romantic way of life or used to be. A much slower pace, no responsibilities, not worrying about tomorrow. I'll buy that. Love your poem.

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  20. you make it all so magic and tempting ;)
    beautiful ....

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  21. nice. i adore 'formal' poetry and you certainly nailed this one.

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  22. You are so talented! A trully beautiful post!

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  23. Songs can take you back into time, I've heard that before.

    Today, I experienced the same thing happening as I read through that poem... it took me back to my childhood days, when I used to read all those Enid Blytons, (specifically Famous Fives), and dreaming about the wonderful free life that the gypsies in those stories had.

    Inspiring.

    Cheers,
    Joy...

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  24. Ahh to be a gypsy and dance in the dust

    He's better off for even a brief interlude but ...

    Outstanding and mysterious

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  25. I see the attraction, but I wouldn't be adventurous enough... once, maybe!

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  26. Wandering to be found. I can relate to that.

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  27. I do so agree about imperfections being the unique point from which beauty emanates! Thanks for you comment this morning:)

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  28. ah, here in your writing is the gypsy.
    thanks for your comments..
    Dianne

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  29. this is so touching and beautifully expressed!

    a true gypsy, indeed!

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  30. beautiful, shadow. I love "deviating from scripts." We get too tied down, don't we?

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  31. I'd give it a try... but sure you'd be in your sportscar, not in that cart?
    guess it's just another dream about to succeed if only we did not have so much to lose(?)

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  32. The life of a gyspsy is not all it seems to be, Of course what life is?

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  33. i enjoyed this ... it's uniform-form and pace ... and formalities ... nice!

    as to Gypsy-ness, a notion that is near an dear to me (both figuratively and factually) - it can be fraught, both with whimsy and dread ... there's a price for everything except perhaps for dreaming ... (as in reading or writing poetry) ...

    may the next one arrive soon
    noxy

    (btw, my word verification is 'phypolde' ... what a word, eh? ha ha)

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  34. beautifully written, shadow, beautifully! and you know, it - the life of the gypsy - the love of gypsy - is yours for the taking - just take it - own it - be it! BE the gypsy! ;)

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  35. and dear shadow, thank you SO much for your kind comments at my blog -

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  36. Your gypsy took me for a pleasant ride; pleasant because I love metered, rhyming poems, yet find so very few.

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  37. I am the gypsy of my mind.
    Though, I expect the be a major
    "Gypset" ...any time.

    Jet + Gypsy = Rich-Happy-Hippie

    Cheers!

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  38. I think more and more about the nomadic life of sailing from port to port. I think though that I am grounded to the land as well. But sometimes I think that just sailing away would be nice.

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  39. This was very good, Shadow. I wonder if you know how much you've grown as a poet in the past year. I wouldn't know my iambs from my meters these days, so far from those college years, but your rhythm and phrasing are mature and your endline is very strong.

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  40. Shadow Dancing...
    What a delightfully upbeat piece of work from you!
    I Loved it...Thanks

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  41. Romanticism at it's best. I love it.

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  42. hey nice attempt.specially it can be read rythamically.
    i like the second lne very much :)

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  43. almost like: ashes to ashes, dust to dust... but with hope

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  44. Ha!
    Dulce's comment made me laugh
    I too remembered your post of tossin the keys in the sportscar along with your luggage.
    but really, you're far too sensible for such gypsy nonsense.
    ~rick

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  45. I do love this one. The joy of being gypsy.

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  46. A gypsy is all I ever wanted to be. I read a book many years ago and the name of the girl was Alexa Victoria...that's what I named my daughter.

    Gypsys know a thing or two...

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  47. Wish I were too, living a life full of excitement and bold adventures.

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  48. I've just been lookinng at a Valentine weekend in one of these, but couldn't persuade Doreen!

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  49. Hello friend, just wanted to drop in and say thank you for your many visits and thoughtful comments. Wishing you wellness and peace from a distant place on this same planet we share:)

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  50. this is for sure, a good poem to read. i'd glad i came by to visit...i often think of my poems as dreams.

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  51. NIce! Tremendous imagination. You want to steal way from the world- nicely revealed.

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  52. and here is for the lovely gypsy:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwSTf_sekv4

    how are you today?

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  53. Sometimes we all would have the feeling of travel around like people did in the past.
    A World without frontiers...

    Greetings from
    Norway

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  54. God herself said it was OK now Shadow (I'm pretty sure it was her, the voices are either God or the Devil) so either way I figure you're covered, it will either be the right thing to do, or a whole lot of fun




    and there's the sign from God telling me it was the Devil, the verify is shtholy

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  55. Greetings, how are you?
    hope you well…
    Write a free verse 4 Poets Rally, enjoy poetic friends, you are invited!

    Hope to see you in,

    Love your poetry talent and looking forward to a profound experience with your input.

    Cheers.
    xoxox

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  56. I've always desired to be a backpacker. Just travelling places without knowing what my next destination would be. Without caring what is in store for me.May be someday this does come true and hope it is really soon.

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  57. This touches me a lot. Your words have feeling.

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