~~Gypsy Soul Whimsy

Gypsy wild at heart, I wander in my mind's lust

  music lives in my soul of capricious whimsy's 

t

unes 

    never content to remain captive too long

 I need to sing anew, intoxicated songs of delectation

      the poetry of life adds that extra spicy gusto

    sweeps  of magenta grandeur & pomegrante's passion

      I prance in the moonlight's bohemian spirit's envy

      Cynical skeptics spell a darkly captive cast 

       I prance over their cryptic poison dust

         these gypsy wings are joyfulness enraptured

           No one can undo this spell of zingara's relish

             walk in the critc's nature of unpoetic stanzas

       if you're so inclined,       just don't reign in my kismet

               Romance me & dance in this intense ardor~

                                                  of  wanderlust's destiny

Author's Note

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Another illustration of a piece here...Frieda...the whole theme and your musical accompaniment blends this verse within your lines...

Thanks for the invite...I'm back to work with copy writer and doing my best to write 1000 words a day...and a subject you do not get to choose...will be busy the next few months...so I will read all RR"s might just take a bit longer to get a review...hope you understand...plus promote my book: The Onyx - Vena Amoris...for late next month release…

[Frieda P]

Thanks Glen, I guess the font was okay with you or you would have complained, good luck with the book, and you can promote it on my page anytime ;-)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You're welcome...and thanks also for your patronage...every bit of promote helps...one reader at a time...the best is word of mouth...good night...just checking my email...and saw you replied...

[Michael G. Smith]

I read this beautiful free spirit poem again and again so I could dance along.

[Frieda P]

Oh wow M.G. what a great compliment, dance away.....

[Michael G. Smith]

I cant seem to add you as a friend?

[Frieda P]

Happens sometimes, let me see if I can do it from my end....

[Brandon]

I love how you beautifully weave your words. Splendid read and write.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Ghost, much appreciated.

[Emerald Seas]

Flighty and full of whimsy - an apt rendition of wanderlust! Nice penning :)

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Sirrah :-)

[Lydia Shutter]

Zingara .....shipwrecked in the Red Sea....hmmmm....seems to me this one is a bit of a vent. "Don't rain on my parade" sort of thing. Music does live in your soul and anyone who tries to silence it is not worth worrying about. Do dance over their poison, Frieda...for soon they will be drinking their own venom. The images in this poem are just splendid. Wonderful work. Lydi**

[Frieda P]

You read me too well my friend, must be the joisey in you. ;-) Thanks so much Lydi!

[Lydia Shutter]

No such thing as too well.....let's just say I have been there and there's nothing like a veiled vent.

[Ruth]

This resoanted...to be the free bird, to sing clearly and loudly, to relish the essence of happiness in elegant beautiful freedom, in the true sense of the word...the heart can be happy in such a state, this is beautiful xx

[Frieda P]

Thrilled you enjoyed Poppy, thanks love xox

[Cassie]

I have learnt so many new words from this piece. Thank you dear

[Frieda P]

You're welcome, dontcha love when that happens? :-)

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Great word choice and word play. The end struck me the most: Romance me & dance in this intense ardor~of wanderlust's destiny. Simply dream-like and beautiful!

[Frieda P]

Jazzed you enjoyed Blue, thanks so much!

[Leslie Philibert]

Here the hallmark of Frieda`s work, the rich language that is typical of her work...and zingara will send me
to google...good job.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Leslie, same as gypsy with a zing to it, glad you enjoyed.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this feels like you, Frieda...you do seem to have that personality...almost like a gypsy...not so much literally but in your poetry, you dance and sing and have great movement in many directions.

[Frieda P]

Oh wow jacob, thanks for this gracious review, my mother used to call me Gypsy but she didn't mean it quite as nice as you have. :-)

[Dye]

" I prance over their cryptic poison dust"

and just like that, you don't let it have any effect. You won't be brought down. I love the title too, so carefree. And I only needed to Google two words this time. LOL

[Frieda P]

Haha you make me laugh Dye, thanks a million! ;-)