The raw sting of a drifters blink

aye...a gyspy soul wanders free, riding restless on eternity

he said to me “you have gypsy eyes”
i’m really not surprised

 

restlessness consumes my skin like
hungry phantoms
again
unseen
as it dons its heavy spirit
like a woven drape
across my helpless shoulders

 

its always in me
scrawling across my blood
eagle wings
freedom screams like hollow mouths
for the road i seek
reaching no end
looking at a shattered lamplight
and broken ribs
still standing

 

gypsy whispers dark and addictive
like rum and coke
tasting me like flaming tongues
trails of its scorch on my breasts
and there is no liberty
from bare feet and the
pyre of soul wind

 

i ride this fire like a wild mustang
bareback and fierce
intensity claws at the madness in me
and leaves me searching
always running
aching
delving

 

there is no home for those that can’t be held

like mist….
flying empty and free

 

he said “you have gypsy eyes”
i said “they equal the sadness in me”

Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

Damn! Is everything you write so intense? Pure raw spiritual energy drives masterfully wielded articulations that carve through all social facades laying open feelings so tender and wistful they pulse like an ache...yet delicately reveal the inner carking musings of the inveterate nomad. You perfectly capture the soul and aura of the gypsy mind with a voice so clearly spoken it reaches off the page and embraces. Magnificent and forceful yet so beautifully rendered. Benissimo!

[James Paulin]

Drawing someone else into the depth of personal experience seems to be a passion in which you excel. Analogies and descriptive phrases color images with reflective impressions. This poem reminds me of a fine icon painted for meditation.