Bohemian Feathers For Sale

This is free flowing thoughts about growing up & being inspired to be myself, different by Stevie Nicks...nothing special, wrote it to inspire you; just thoughts..

Bohemian Feathers for sale

 

She stood in the doorway...
Cleaning me along,
Leading me to center-stage
Where she always belonged.
I couldn’t believe a Gypsy
Would smile at me; I’m just
Different; maybe a little unique,

Garnished silky flows radiating
Everywhere she goes; hanging down
Loose straightening magnificent
Rows of gold flashing tones
Bohemian style; brilliant reds
Contrasting bleached blonde Hair;
Everybody knows and no one cares
Cause she’s Stevie, the gypsy queen,

I became a seam-stress at fifteen,
Before I knew patched jeans were cool,
I did it out of necessity, I Had to be bold!
Little did I wonder what they thought,
Never conformed, a unit, no; self-taught,
Define yourself or find yourself;
No one told me so I just guessed;
Freedom’s caissons touched my soul;
you understand the underlying tones

I’m trying to reach inside bones
If truth be told we all desired that
Courage, but befitting clothes are society’s dogma
Fleeting like lemonades’ acidity’s coffers;
Born To Be Sassy-present pretend, put on a show;
And Breathe it all in
Never avoiding that shady white rose
The mighty waves that she throws
Riveting words that sheltered a free
Spirit from shame; nothing to lose
Oh but how the melody changed

ME!

Be noisy, and play the tambourine;
Shout to the world, here your voice sing:
Should it matter if anyone hears?
Not to be considered just do it without fear.

The irony of it all stinks with enormous
forgiving Winks; pick yourself up, whenever
you fall!

She is the “White Winged Dove” we hear at dawn’s light,
Echoing melodious calls, blessed long ago, a supernova,
Of the universal light �" the miracle starburst sprinkles us all.
Feel the sensational tones tingling tall - trust it, no doubts
You’ll only grow strong.

Author's Note

Love Stevie Nicks, wrote quickly - maybe to "wordy" - if you don't know who Stevie Nicks is, I wish you did! She inspired me: Thanks for reading in advance. Quick write: Hope you understand; hope it inspires. Dale

Reviews

[Michael G. Smith]

I thought everybody knew Stevie Nicks? It's Lindsey Buckingham no one knows. Wonderful tale here you wove. Gypsies are romantic in idea and thought. My daughter will tell you different. In Spain one grabbed her to offer a blessing and when my daughter refused she loudly received a curse in a public square.

[Confuser]

Lindsey Buckingham is one of the greatest guitar players around and much more...the visual you evoked of your daughter is wild and scary...like in a movie...hope she didn't speak spanish...anyway, thank you.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Read the while listening to Landslide by Stevie NIcks......both pieces are inspirational!

And no, it is not too wordy......some poems require more, and this one just felt right! :)

[Shivai]

Pretty pretty words, makes my eyes feel happy for reading it!

[jb]

Nice poem and nice rhyme too:)

[SuspectGray]

I think it matters less what inspires us...as long as we are inspired. I miss my muse, perhaps as you suggest I should look inward. A lot of words....but I get it.

[Confuser]

Way too wordy...Please don't take these lyrics in anyway other than the way she wrote & sang them: RULERS MAKE BAD LOVERS, YOU BETTER PUT YOUR KINGDOM UP FOR SALE...UP FOR SALE...She's unreal. Thanks.

[SuspectGray]

Just a reminder of what's really important ( : O )

[Confuser]

Thanks so much.....................................d

[Cole Son]

nice write Dale :) Cole Son

[SpitfireGrrrl]

Love this - and Stevie! I think you captured what most free spirits try to put to words. Thank you!

[Jennie Baron]

Captivating write! Maybe quickly written but the vocabulary is apt and exquisite. Now to ponder some of my own favorite music and artists and tap my thoughts for poems. See, your writing is inspiring!

[anne]

I read her name first time..will see to it but this is wonderful..great description, lovely images..wow..:))
She is the “White Winged Dove” we hear at dawn’s light,
Echoing melodious calls, blessed long ago, a supernova,
Of the universal light " the miracle starburst sprinkles us all...amazing..:00

[icelandicblue]

Music seeps into your very bones if you let it. I love your imagery and these lines really stuck with me:

Define yourself or find yourself;
No one told me so I just guessed;

It's all about the journey. Nice work!

[Confuser]

Thanks so much icelandicblue: still listening to Stevie's "I'm alright, jacob, referred to. You are too kind!!! Dale