He ascends to the high places once again.
His dream...a reality in himself.
Free man.
He takes little with him.
His needs are not so much physical as spiritual.
He commands attention by way of his passion.
No one loves Her more than he, his ancient place.
The gypsy
Returning.
He never really left.
In Her the essence of life.
Each footfall a caress.
Each breath a communion.
Reborn.
Others have become restive
In foreign places.
But never him.
His blood sings of home.
His very bones carry Her song.
He is Tassaft.
He is Kabyle.
He is Amazigh.
His dream...a reality in himself.
Free man.
He takes little with him.
His needs are not so much physical as spiritual.
He commands attention by way of his passion.
No one loves Her more than he, his ancient place.
The gypsy
Returning.
He never really left.
In Her the essence of life.
Each footfall a caress.
Each breath a communion.
Reborn.
Others have become restive
In foreign places.
But never him.
His blood sings of home.
His very bones carry Her song.
He is Tassaft.
He is Kabyle.
He is Amazigh.
Please tell me what you think
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Your poetry is new to me but again you have the power in your voice and your message...Bravo!


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Wonderful
Oh my this has such a peaceful and spiritual essence to it. Very well done. A true pleasure to read.

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I thank you for the read, Penman..this is a very personal write for me, so I truly appreciate your comment. Peace always, Rhonda
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He never really left.
In Her the essence of life.
Each footfall a caress.
Each breath a communion.
Reborn
I can understand the depth which you have measured here in your simple words but at the same wrapping with your amazing meaning of life and its worth as well..a great and beautiful poem...
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For a great and beautiful soul whom I am blessed to know. Thank you for your comment. Peace, Rhonda
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Kooshti bok. This is trully a poem to be kept. I love the way it invites me into the words you wrote. You have an understanding of things important. I shall seek out more of your writing. Thank you.
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I appreciate your comment, I have to ask...Kooshti bok? Not familiar with the reference. Again, thank you for your generous comment, I am glad it moved you. Peace, Rhonda
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His blood sings of home.....
Powerful choice of words...powerful imaginative metaphor.
This tells so true of a love so strong, and tolerant to life's unconstant waves of doubt.....this was realy a breeze of hope.
I am not sure if I understood the last three definitions of he who walks with his strong love and dreams.
But I suppose they are names of lovers-strong-before him who took pride in loving for eternity..
Beautifuly breath-taking.
Be well.
RD.
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Again I am humbled by your analysis.
Yes, this is speaking to a powerful love, love of a land, it's people, it's history. The last three "names" are : "Tassaft", the name of a village in Algeria, also a tree. This tree will not submit to force, but will break, but break and regrow elsewhere. "Kabyle", the name of a people-Berbers- of the High Atlas mountains in Algeria, a strong, hospitable, gracious people. And finally, "Amazigh"(pronounced AMAZEER), a word that means "Free Man" in Berber.
I hope this helps with the understanding of the piece. I suppose you can tell that I greatly admire this person, my friend. I am honored to know him, and honored that you have read my words so clearly. Peace be with you, Rhonda -
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A free strong man
Standing erect as a tree against the hurricanes of hurt and loathiing, so strong that he clings to his passionate heart, and understands that truth will be his possession and gift for baring so long, and being on the side of the light.
Yes....I do understand.
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Yes...you do understand. I am happy when I see a comment from you anywhere, but especially on my own pages. Your insights are piercing and I love the images you leave here. Thanks for viewing once again. Peace, Rhonda
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You're very welcome
My utmost pleasure to do so,
be well.
RD.
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powerful
I think I could read the last stanza over and over again...though terse, sometimes the most beautiful expression is found in few words. That stanza-though it was reflected in the poem throughout-really brought forth the feel of a deep-seeded love, old as the earth herself. Lovely write.
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A deep seated passion...
...lies within the souls of this man. I like the strong feeling of this, especially; He commands attention by way of his passion.
Thanks for sharing, Buddy -
Welcome to allpoetry
This is rich and full of spirit. His love for her is quite apparent and I love the word choices you have here. The flow is good and easy to read.
I encourage you to keep writing. To read and comment.
God Bless
Tammy
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