She would be wind, wishing through the tall grasses
that green could stay forever
not this brown season of dryness or crippled chilling
belabored by the weight of cold cracking her intuition
to rise and be beautiful.
She would be stars, strobing hope
in the darkest of nights
when the moon has hidden her face
and shadows become monsters
that squabble over being set loose
on dry land that leaves them skittish
and searching for a hole to crawl in to.
She would be birds, bending branches, bravely,
noticing the hard nubbins of faith
sheltered in the pulsing pod
sleeping through the silent night
wishing…wishing…for kisses
to waken them.
She would be a whistle in the crusty clearing;
a hungry hunter signaling his setter
to return from lost hope at the base
of an old oak, that bears no young nor
promise of a panting plural nattering
from the squirrel’s nest.
She would be a gypsy,
jingling down the lane with clanging
contrivances fashioned out of faith
that there has to be something
to send a chime of care out into a winter-
weary world in need of cheering.
Her wishes rush around the world,
winding through the steeples,
between cracks in mosques,
slipping through windows
open to let fresh air in.
In a list
A contest entry
- Visual Escapes 19- Image inspired by Amunet Wolfbane.
600 points, ended January 1, 2007, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Congratulations on winning the gold. It was well deserved.
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This is magnificent! I can't even begin to tell you on how many levels this piece touches my soul. Reading it was like pulling shards of ice from my heart and watching them melt into you hands, as though they were never there. Fabulous piece! Just fabulous! It captivates and reels you in. Bravo!
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Applause
Beautiful, I wish that I could write free verse like this, it is beautiful. The flow, imagery,is done really well. I don't know you but I will definately read more of your work. Well done and good luck in the contest. Happy New Year. Val
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Oh ,now that description fits her to the teeth. What a wonderful descriptive piece on any Gypsy lady of beautiful nature. Not the crone type.Yet I guess we all have our days! Ha! I especialy liked the next to last verse./She would be a gypsy,
jingling down the lane with clanging
contrivances fashioned out of faith
that there has to be something
to send a chime of care out into a winter-
weary world in need of cheering.
A great work of art!~Suseann
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Truly breathtaking
You did this picture such a great honor with your poem. Seeing the gypsy in so many ways was very profound and touching. As usual your poem was masterfully done. Good luck in the contest.
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A breath of fresh air this is! Lovely.
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Beautiful & brilliant penning, my Friend. Magnificent in scope & depth. From the very first stanza, you captured my attention with your incredible language...I think this is one of my newest favorites of yours...Good luck in Gypsy's contest, Sweetie...
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