_fire burns as an exhale_ élan vital is the vital force or impulse of life
There's a gypsy that taunts me,
haunts me to awakening revival,
wandering & aimless in stillness heart of crystalline titanium spirited garden of lofty lavender, uneasy dreams, condors and butterflies fly amidst poisons within imploding star, breasts heave heavily and dream
in this fire that burns as an exhale
translucent cobalt blue in its scope, far off lands like cotton candy embers heard the heat of drums & magical flutes photosynthesis of atomic rainbows whirling mazes loom overhead snowflakes burst to flames, restless doves coo urgency seasons scheme to proselyte foreigners in hasty slow motion, authentic sighs took a long naked drag, reluctantly see me as a stranger the soul nods, subtly concurs, thoughts overcame this paradox
Ah, cotton candy embers, snowflakes bursting to flames...heaving breasts...you know I love that stuff Mrs.R :) This is such a vivid and vibrant piece, colourful, imaginative, and full of emotion, doled out in equal measures of rawness and subtlety...the whole thing is one long naked drag...this is definitely a favourite...like I said, it's just so deep and evocative...the whole thing has a kaleidoscopic feel to it...anyways I won't go on too much more cuz I want to get this review in quick...I'm still reveling in this one though.....again, this is definitely one of your more vibrant pieces, just full of life and dancing and good things...love it :) xo
Posted 10 Years Ago
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10 Years Ago
I noticed you included the heaving breasts, yes. ;) I'm pretty sure I was in a gypsy in my past li.. read moreI noticed you included the heaving breasts, yes. ;) I'm pretty sure I was in a gypsy in my past life, it was probably not the best or easiest of life, but the freedom always enticed me. Thanks so much, glad you found the dance within my sweet friend. :) xo
10 Years Ago
Haha You know I couldn't resist that reference Mrs.R ;) I think you were too...they love to dance of.. read moreHaha You know I couldn't resist that reference Mrs.R ;) I think you were too...they love to dance of course, and you definitely had my imagination dancing with this one my sweet :) xo
Frieda, Perfection! You captured the restless sexual energy that is inherent (or expected?) in beautiful wanton gypsy women everywhere. They have this beautiful intoxicating dance and flow of middle eastern music and cadence. This one transported me to another time and another place....Loved it!
Beautiful complex and mysterious creation,you've outdone yourself...
love the unfurling vales colored and spiced in smooth transition..
other words..great writing! 100/100
that song is one of my favorites, btw. and the poem - perfect companion.
photosynthesis of atomic rainbows
whirling mazes loom overhead
snowflakes burst to flames,
you are so adept at capturing an emotion and expanding it so that it can be seen in a new way.
The images you invoke capture the essence of the gypsy. I can almost see it and smell it. This is an excellent write. Thanks for sharing the gypsy in you.
My youngest sister used to spend a weekend every year with the gypsies when they made their annual visit to town. She was always invited to sing for gypsy weddings. How cool is that.
I have lived a Gypsy life till lately. Good to know dark places where walls don't control your destiny. I love the places and the description. Create good places and visions with your words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..