The raw sting of a drifters blink

aye...a gyspy soul wanders free, riding restless on eternity

he said to me “you have gypsy eyes”
i’m really not surprised

 

restlessness consumes my skin like
hungry phantoms
again
unseen
as it dons its heavy spirit
like a woven drape
across my helpless shoulders

 

its always in me
scrawling across my blood
eagle wings
freedom screams like hollow mouths
for the road i seek
reaching no end
looking at a shattered lamplight
and broken ribs
still standing

 

gypsy whispers dark and addictive
like rum and coke
tasting me like flaming tongues
trails of its scorch on my breasts
and there is no liberty
from bare feet and the
pyre of soul wind

 

i ride this fire like a wild mustang
bareback and fierce
intensity claws at the madness in me
and leaves me searching
always running
aching
delving

 

there is no home for those that can’t be held

like mist….
flying empty and free

 

he said “you have gypsy eyes”
i said “they equal the sadness in me”

Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

Damn! Is everything you write so intense? Pure raw spiritual energy drives masterfully wielded articulations that carve through all social facades laying open feelings so tender and wistful they pulse like an ache...yet delicately reveal the inner carking musings of the inveterate nomad. You perfectly capture the soul and aura of the gypsy mind with a voice so clearly spoken it reaches off the page and embraces. Magnificent and forceful yet so beautifully rendered. Benissimo!

[Moflo]

I love your medley of description that joins both times you say "gypsy eyes," it shows how the poem serves as a journey of your inner psyche. I thought this was a very good write!

[Joiedevivre]

I so know you! excellently put!

[shoaib]

they equal the soul in you
beautiful work C :)

[MAC]

this warrants a triple hug! i love this piece....you write longing so very well

[Kyle]

Oh my! This one seemed to reach a fever pitch. i appreciate how you allowed this one to build and build. Beautiful descriptive language.

[Forest Green]

Replicating the flame-lightened rhythms of music passing through choreographed hips and thighs, with fingers drawing expressive lines through the air, and eyelids made heavy by seductive guise, your poem finds a definition within it all that is true to form yet far from complete...loose ends leave the sadness lingering.

Excellent work...!

[Siddhartha]

Oh, the entire piece brims with restlessness and adventure, and the last two lines are tragic. Go on an adventure. Let your heart make you feel what your eyes can't see.

[Steve]

You an amazing writer. Where do you get these ideas? I am impressed.

[Dream Weaver]

May I say Woof? This was and is a delicious write
lots of different elements from start to finish...
Nice.....

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WOW this is wonderful, deep..but loved it. So well written.