Gypsy Soul

There's a gypsy in my soul

wandering and aimless still

heart of crystalline titanium

soul, a garden of lofty lavender

uneasy dreams, condors and butterflies

far off poisons and a raising phoenix

my chest compresses and heaves

translucent blue in it's scope

far off lands like cotton candy

I hear the drums, the flutes

pictures of atomic rainbows

flying mazes loom overhead

snowflakes burst into flames

restless doves coo urgency

seasons scheme to proselyte

foreigner in hasty slow motion

adversary takes a long naked drag

reluctantly see me as a stranger

the soul nods, subtly concurs 

           

                              

                                                       

                                                        

                                                                                   

                                                        

                                          

Reviews

[KAOlmsted]

The soul of a gypsy...we are alike in this sense. I have wanderlust...never truly satisfied with settling down...I have been everywhere, and I have seen everything, and it's still not enough ;-) I enjoyed this piece very much. Thanks for posting it, Frieda...

[Frieda P]

Me too but still not enough, wondering where is your favorite place?

[KAOlmsted]

Hmmm...I think Ballard, Washington, just outside Seattle. It's a Scandinavian community with a bunch of eclectic shops and people, and the salmon run is there, down on the locks...I could spend hours there, and have ;-) Thanks for asking. How about you?

[Frieda P]

Definitely Italy out of the country, but I think it'd have to be New Orleans, fascinating history, food, people, been 5 times and I can't wait to go back....

[KAOlmsted]

I haven't been off the continent :-( But we're going to England next summer, back to where the Brit grew up, the Midlands...can't wait to see Birmingham, birthplace of the greatest singer who ever lived (Rob Halford, duh) ;-) We live wicked close to New Orleans now and are planning a trip soon. Can't wait.

[David Scott]

What were we smoking? ;-)
A fine description of exploration and a colorful "trip" indeed.

[Frieda P]

Funny. I wasn't smoking anything, that's how my mind works, lucky you're not in there. ;-P

[LA Lorena]

Happy wanderings gypsy lass! This piece is quite the trip. I wanna see snowflakes burst into flames too.

[Frieda P]

That doesn't happen in Canada?!

[LA Lorena]

only when one drinks enough of the moosemilk

[Frieda P]

LOL ;)
How often have you seen them so?

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

absolutely beautiful write Frieda, love how you paint pictures with your words.

[Frieda P]

Thank you sweet lady, and thanks for the fav!
Enjoy your holiday.....

[SparrowSong]

I saw the title, and immediately, Van Morrison began singing Into the Mystic. This takes us on a journey, dark, light...anxious and serene. Images from past, present, future...lifetimes of wandering hoping someday to find a place to truly belong.

Thought provoking write...

[Frieda P]

Love me some Van Morrison. Glad you read with some lovely music in the background, what a compliment, thank you! Have a great holiday!

[Sami Khalil]

An awesome write and I'm totally mesmerized by your beautiful writes and emotions ...
A lot of wisdom in this one that I can relate to...
Thank you for sharing...:)

[Frieda P]

So kind of you, thanks for reading ;)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome kind lady...

[PP]

Gypsy Soul: Wandering, aimless and erratic. What a concept!!!! The imagery is so vivid. Love this one Frieda..told you, you got powers!

[Frieda P]

haha thanks kindly, now if i could only turn myself into Charlize Theron and employ a 24/7 muse I'd be set!

[PP]

hahaha!!!!! Spell time lol

[s y e]

You always have such wonderful descriptions in your poems! The imagery in this poem was great! I loved it!
One word to summarise: WOW

[Frieda P]

haha noodlehead, WOW with emphasis is swell! ;-)

[s y e]

I agree :-D Awesome Blossom job!!!!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ok I must be the only one who read this as confusion. I do wonder if some of the clues are in smoking a joint? The images are quite disturbing rather than the care free Gypsy, devil may care type. It is as always expressive and emotive and thought provoking.

[Frieda P]

Nope, maryjane wasn't here, just me and my tripped out mind. ;)

[John Stussy]

This poem is a veritable feast for the senses, your descriptions in every single line made this piece come to life vibrantly! Oh to be a gypsy, to not be anchored and stuck to one place but free as the wind, such a magnificent life that must be! I really enjoyed the imagery you presented with the "atomic rainbows" and the incendiary snowflakes. They made for a rather intriguing mental image. The ending was perfect as well. For what are gypsies if not wandering strangers? They observe, experience, then use their art to capture the surrounding world, and move on to the next location to do it all over again. Awesome poem here Frieda, I really enjoyed it!

[Frieda P]

My mother always used to call me 'gypsy rose lee', it suits my mindset but I'd never admit she was right! Thanks for the insightful review, muchly appreciated. ;)