Lost Gypsy Soul

Gypsy soul lost

A lost gypsy soul

the years took it's toll

am I too old

to find her...

hearing jewel beats

from rings on her feet

memories echo

her laughter...

Dancing all alone

not needing anyone

hallways of voices

come faster...

Scarves, skirts she knew

earring hoops so huge

dark raven hair flowing

about her...

Youth and innocence fading

gypsy soul forsaken

for wisdom over-taking

that girl...

Reviews

[Tommy Naclerio]

I like the mystery that comes with this poem. Not knowing this dancing majestic woman and not knowing our narrator too. Both seem to have endless amazing backstories that the reader just yearns for. This poem makes me thinks of Esmeralda of The Hunchback of Notre-Dame. Your choice of adjectives and nouns are quite perfect for her description. I like that there is a rhythm and nice flow on each of the lines into the next. I guess I just wish that there was just a bit more to the story. Overall this is a well craft piece. Thank you.

[Gypsy Dreamer]

Thank you for the nice review and critique. I do tend to stop abruptly at times. It's like, when I'm done... I'm just done. lol thank you so much.

[Tina]

This poem made me think of every time I look in the mirror and go where did that girl go.. very good poem

[Helen]

Is she you - a younger or other version of you? And now older and wiser, lost some innocence, but lost some of that free gypsy spirit too? If so, I do not think she will be far away!

I was repressed and restrained when younger - much more free now to dance all alone

I love this poem, thank you. Would love to know more about what you meant when you wrote it