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Farmers and Gypsies

Unlike my sisters, deeply rooted in the Earth like the sycamore tree,
I break free from this world of confinement and create a new path.
So many have tried to tame me, but like trapped water I always escape.
Much like a stream,
I trickle aimlessly into the unknown in search of the purpose of the woman known as I.
In every river bed I lay,
I find no answers and force myself to flow on.
Infinitely, it seems, this journey continues on
allowing me to be bejeweled by life's mysteries.
Over the years I have become a stranger even to myself
as I let the current of fear conquer me.
Just like the roar of a waterfall,
My thoughts and emotions overpower everything surrounding me.
I feel as though I am drowning--
          desperately gasping for air--
And yet I reach out for no one.
Further and further I sink in my own confusion, until there is nothing left but a rainbow of misery.

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Thanks Wattle for the great title again Its perfect

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  • fathom me
    July 18, 2007

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    Oh Rox
    ..And isn't wattle wonderful!?

    I can only say- yea, I know.. But for u (and me), I'd only change the last thing from '...misery' to
    'Further and further I sink in my own confusion, until there are no demarcations, and I become my questions that lead me to a rainbow journey of experiences.' Or something to that effect. This is how I see you Rox (n hopefully me too)

    a sense of being run over inspite of efforts and courage from time to time I guess push us to raise our own bar- of living, and lower the one on irrelevant priorities.. giving us the clarity of what we really really need most.. Just something your write made me think..

    Sunrise of love and warmth, and beautiful sunsets with faith and hope


  • wattle silver member
    July 6, 2007

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    Ms Roxy, I'm tempted to ask if you're OK. The answer doesn't matter because from where I sit you're OK, you are it fine form. But it does matter because I'm thinking you have something too close that you must escape from. This is a lovely haunting poem. And I'm thinking you should be feeling wonderful for having written it (if only the world was so simple). Thank you Rox you're OK in my eyes.

    A title: 'Farmers and Gypsies' ---- I'll explain (and run a risk of exposing myself). A long, long time ago I went to a place to spend the weekend. It was called 'lost world' When I got there, I met 'the leader' and he was disgusting. He was wearing a torn pair of shorts and nothing else (included underwear) except for the dirt all over him. There were lots of people lying around spaced out and the air was thick with the unmistakable smell of Marijuana. OK I'll confess, it was hippy colony and in those days they were the place to be seen at. I didn't stay at Lost world, I drove straight home and had a bath because I felt itchy. I had just taken my first step on the road to capitalism.

    Years Later, I was sitting in my office, reading the newspaper (as only people who sit in offices do) and I read an article about traveling. It explained how there were only two kinds of people on earth 'farmers and gypsies'. The farmers stay in one place and grow produce, while the gypsies travel the world and exchange wonderful stories for a place to stay, and food on the table, before moving on again. The author went on to explain that they both needed each other, for world balance. And, they needed each other to feel completely complete. I was so taken by the story I set out to find out who the author was. I wanted to meet him. Yep, I'd met him, it was the guy from lost world, and he still lived there. He's a farmer. You and I, Rox are gypsies. ---


    • roxyhope
      July 6, 2007
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      Wattle.. Sometimes I wonder if any of us are really 'ok'. I definitely have something too close that I must escape from. I can only hope that the pain the comes along with certain situations leaves my heart soon.

      Your words are always so kind and I think you make me feel a little better about my writes then I should. You definitely raise me up. Thank you for the wonderful title. I was considering "Water Gypsy" but it wasn't perfect, your suggestion is beautiful. I agree... You and I will always be gypsies.

      Kia kaha! Stay Happy. (By the way, you are "ok" in my book too)