She's a gypsy wanderer
A solitary dreamer.
Her soul is flying with birds
And her heart is light as air.
She travels the forgotten roads
Seeking adventure around every bend,
Not worrying about the past
But taking with her, hard learned lessons.
She trusts no one,
She gives her love freely,
Expecting nothing in return
But a warm meal and a good chat.
The wanderlust that rides her back
Drives her forward everyday
Never allowing her to settle
But she likes it like that,
She's a gypsy wanderer.
Author notes
Thank you for the picture:
Image is from deviant art: http://oldschooltime.deviantart.com/art/It-Will-Come-The-Nightmare-81928543
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt. by Megy206.
425 points, ended April 25, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Congrats on Bronze!
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Your poem flowed well and told a good story.
This was my favourite bit:
'A solitary dreamer.
Her soul is flying with birds
And her heart is light as air.'
My only suggestion would be to maybe spread it out more. But I understand that it was written in free verse.
Good luck and thanks for entering.
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Very nice piece, and best of luck in the contest!
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