Hello Gypsies

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Hello Gypsies,

In unearthed dystopia,

Weave, wash, and alone,

Caress of nothing,

No more to ask than rations,

Warmth of life,

Yet numb is abundant,

Cold breath,

Mind on freeze-frame,

And no strive for knowledge.

This abyss of grot, grog and fire souls,

Soil keeps us human,

No eyes cast skyward,

In this cratered Earth,

Where only gypsies linger,

Goodbye the age of consumerism.

Author's Note

criticism is welcome :)

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Will have to read this over, seems a complexity of thought. Seems you think of gypsies as being people of the earth and air, everyone else being unaware .. or is that these people are the ones you feel strongly part of .. ok, will return with a brushed clean mind, to see what more I can fine.

I do know however or as well, that you're a fine writer who used language in a quite unique way. More people should read you. Please invite them..

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I love this wonderful collage of thoughts here. No doubt in my mind that you know exactly what this is about. I like it!

[Linear]

Such a strange mind, there seems to be conflicting thoughts here, Hello Gypsies

To be free in a world consumed in consumerism or should that be by? anyway your poem stirs the mind to sink deeper into mysterios waters, to find a treasure thats certain to be lying there, but I shall need to come up for air :O}

[Helena]

I'm glad I got the opportunity to review this poem. There is something mysterious and romanticism regarding gypsies. I've always been fascinated with their seemingly simple lifestyles and this poem has opened my eyes a little more. Good poem!

[Omar Fendri]

well-done , imaginative and unique poem. Very talented and doubtlessly clever in so many ways.

Mind on freeze-frame,
And no strive for knowledge..... worship this one

again, the vocabulary is flawless and perfect. Keep it up, i adore it