Poetry Gypsy

Monday, January 22, 2018

POEM

TREES deep in the forest dense at the base of the birch the hound of the hunt liver-spotted brown and white stops abruptly signaling the place of his prey he alerts and barks and barks and barks unaware that nothing is there up the tree where he barks Note: I paid a visit to my local Barnes & Noble... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 19, 2018

POEM

FINDINGS There is a spirit, a spectre in me, that flies from from this Gypsy soul seeking a heart, one like mine, and in the midst of the search lost its way, but then you found me. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Poem - Revised

Version II TEA TIME Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Poem, LYRE; Version II of NECTAR

LYRE You are the melody of David's song carried by the westerlies, the hallowed dream that dwells within my Gypsy soul; you are the touch electric lost to nether time silently waiting for me, the promised hope when I remember yesterday; yours is the phantom kiss I taste on starlit nights brushing... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 15, 2018

Poem

ERRATUM At times my spirit cowers hearing the sound of myself, my writings; paltry, weak, inadequate, not well-versed or properly structured, and I, like an infant reaching for a glittering, golden globe, its clumsy fingers open and grasping at only empty air, watch my song blunder and slip past... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Poem

NECTAR You are a symphony, the melody of music carried on the westerlies; a hallowed dream hidden deep within this Gypsy heart; the tantalizing touch lost to nether time silently waiting for me; whispered promises enticing hope still alive in yesterdays remembered; and yours is ever the honeyed... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 12, 2018

Poem

A word from me inspired by Percy B. Shelley... GRANDPA Ahh, for some reason I love Shelley's quote below; the simple eloquence of truth speaking to me, and to you. I remember how it was said that upon seeing California for the very first time my grandfather exclaimed that it looked just like his... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Remembering Santa Barbara County

Feeling a bit unwell; got zapped by the dermo with nitrous oxide 25 times, yep, that's 25, folks! And 15 of the squirts, as I call them, were on my face! Gorgeous, is I. LOL! Can you say leper... Sooo, instead of whining, I'll redirect my thoughts to some very serious issues, like flooding.... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

THIRST with tin cup in weathered hand you asked of me only water so to the well I brought your mug filling it to the brim with liquid cool clear and fresh but you could not drink of my water because it was not aqua vitae * Aqua vitae /ˌækwə ˈvaɪtiː/ (Latin for " water of life ") I know it's also a... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 8, 2018

Poem

ARIA If I be deaf, and mute for all time, still its song would sing to me sweet words of Heaven's truth, a universal song that calls to all of love so strong, it lives beyond. Your turn. Sign in to see full entry.

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