Gypsy Woman

My tarot  cards hold destiny. lines in hands tell

   your story.. Ripe as mango  fruit sweet juice of

life flows from within your veins

 you stand on the ridge of golden years

 as an army of angels play

the angelical music of the harp.

perhaps the cards show no kindness

yet it is necessary to be truthful than to

say there is much hope in future relations

of any kind.. no residual love awaits ,,,

I see these things for I am that Gypsy Woman

          

Reviews

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

really interesting piece of work here. I love your use of words and the overall lingo of the piece as it really accentuates the topic. I also really appreciate the way you conveyed the difficulties of the gypsy woman where sometimes her reading may bring unpleasant results but its better to stick to the truth rather that to comfort the hearts of the one being read as its always hard to deliver bad news. Very well done. And keep up the good work.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks.. so very much appreciated

[emmajoy]

I think this must be for a contest, hence the under-lined words? If that's the case you've worked beautifully to create a poem using those words.. and yet produced a poem that works so finely.

You really do make poetry in all its guises, Fran Marie!

[Fran Marie]

thanks, emmajoy, ever so much appreciated

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think broken love affairs can make gypsies of us all...we feel love for us is not in the Cards...and we shy away...become transient hearts.

j.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks, Jacob. so very much appriciated..

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the Gypsy woman. They didn't like me. Told me. I was to wild for them too. I like the tarot cards. Nice tale told in the poetry. Good to have the Gypsy spirit. Thank you dear Fran for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Fran Marie]

Lol,,wild man..guess the tarot cards warned them to beware of you..thanks so much for reading John;

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Fran.