Gypsy Eyes

You’ve mirrored me in gypsy eyes,

                                         which never take but borrow

You’ve bathed me in your gypsy eyes,

                                         which are your pools of sorrow

You’ve gazed at me with gypsy eyes,

                                         which never see tomorrow ...

Reviews

[Valentine]

Well said and well rhymed. How did I manage to miss this one? Valentine

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, Valentine... sometimes I write short ones too ;-))
Terry

[NiteOwl]

This was a very nice poem indeed

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, NiteOwl... glad you enjoyed!!
Terry

[Jimmy Yetts]

Of course, many gypsy eyes claim the ability to see tomorrow. Also, they've often been accused of taking not borrowing. "Pools of Sorrow" will probably find general agreement.
Obviously, stereotypes are all I have; don't think I've ever known a single gypsy.
Still, Terry, I did enjoyed your lovely, lyrical poem.

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, Jimmy...

Gypsies pass by now and then... but I don't actually know any Gypsies... I saw a picture of a 'gypsy woman' with beautifule, enormous green eyes... and that inspired the poem...

[Coyote Poetry]

I like poetry about the Gypsies. A culture and belief that loved freedom and the road. I like the way you used the description. Left the reader with a haunting place and memory. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Terry O'Leary]

Thanks... maybe I'll write another about gypsies... one day...
Thanks, especially for the kind words!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. I have a few Gypsies poems myself. I was told. I had Gypsy blood. I had to be wandering and moving always in my days of youth.