Poetry Gypsy

Sunday, June 25, 2017


SOUND SKETCH can you hear the colors of my mind, and see my poetic works, brushed blind Note: Lower picture is a self-portrait of a young Leonardo da Vinci, who authored the quote. © R. Presta Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 24, 2017


LEFT BANK How I loved the Rive Gauche; avant garde, pleasantly posh yet, all is past now, vanished, left to wander in the circles of stray memories floating in my mind. I see yesterday's reality, scented colors immersed in floral spice like the beauty of an untamed sapphire, now removed, departed,... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 23, 2017


NOW AND AGAIN If you said you'd love me forever and a day, could it still be true the day after... forever? © R. Presta Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 22, 2017


Haiku #8 silver mist blows cold sunlight lost to darkened clouds June gloom shrouds the air © R. Presta Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Prose Blog

ON HONORING THE MYTH OF MIDSUMMER In the Northern Hemisphere the Summer Solstice is said to be symbolic for an increase in Light of Consciousness, bringing to us a heightened awareness as we ride upon the Wheel of the Year, and is seen as a sacred time when god and goddess are wed, united as one, a... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017


SOLSTICE Primal feelings, heathen, savage, raw, yet tender, stir deep my soul as pagan worlds collide calling me to call to you on this sacred day most dear; glow warm, Summer Solstice, seductive Midsummer sun. Having a little trouble with the photos... © R. Presta Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 19, 2017


CAMOUFLAGE At the lonely chiming of the third hour, amongst dim-lit mists of clouded darkness covertly cloaked in the silence of the shadows, sounds the softest song, distant and melodious ever sweet be the call of the impassioned nightingale, while, by light of morn, tis but a mockingbird. © R.... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 18, 2017


Saturday, June 17, 2017


FERVOR Soon, too soon after the loving, our bodies still fire singing electric, the taste of me a nectar fresh upon his lips, I felt the warmth of a whisper sottovoce, his breath exhaling, saying it was I who would forever haunt his dreams... and at that moment I flattered myself, believing it to be... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 15, 2017


CHANCE What is this bit happening here at Blogit, some say it's a curse maybe something worse; nothing's been okay so many seem to say, also this past day the gods with me did play; my head ached and pounded till like bombs everything sounded, then nosebleeds times two accompanied each achoo; nearly... Sign in to see full entry.

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