Monday, October 12, 2009

The Heretic

The trouble with loving gypsies

Is that gypsies always leave.

Oh Mama,

I have been leaving since the day I was born,

And yet I am not a gypsy--

Just a restless soul.

I stood in the fields

Trampled and red--

Put my hand to my shoulder

On the place that it bled...

I wish to be as brave and beautiful

As my horse draped blue and white,

But I am just a wanderer

And fodder for the fire.

I can tell by the way you're looking at me,

You've heard and you know

About the saints mysteriously whispering

Selectively and low.

I heard them

In her perfect voice so sweet,

As she told me

That I was, and I believed.

The trouble with loving gypsies

Is that gypsies always leave.

Oh Mama,

I have been leaving since the day I was born.

My dreams are all of gypsies,

But my life is endless war.

I wish to be as brave and beautiful

As pure and fierce desire,

But I am just beloved of God

And fodder for the fire.


Photo: Evelyn Nesbit


Daryl said...

Sometimes leaving is good as it leads to growth...

Gabriella Moonlight said...

I know you know there are no coincidences in the universe, this poem is amazing as always you move my spirit and give me great gratitude for being alive.

When I had my reiki work done this weekend, my spiritual director who I work with who is amazing, stated that my soul for some reason is ebbing out of my body and that I feel trapped...indeed I do. I can consciously state that when this broke open I just left..I rarely ground myself and like to leave, move, go many places...I am a wanderer by nature and DNA. Kali calls me the gypsy...not that I was but who I am, so I am working to integrate that form in to my soul form so that I can finish the work I am here to do and learn the lessons I need to in this manifest form I am in right now. Not easy, not that I really dig it, but I know it's what I need to do.

You are right too about sickness and illness, sometimes it's just that, but sometimes in my case it's much more and a way for me to acknowledge that I need help and I need to be and take care.

Love to you and sorry for the long comment...geesh!

I was moved by this poem obviously.


Fireblossom said...

Hate those AFGO's, Daryl. But I always love seeing you here. :-)

Gabi, never be sorry for commenting here, at any length. I always love to read what you have to say. XO's back, Miss Boho.

Mama Zen said...

That last stanza gave me chills.

ellen abbott said...

More years ago than I like to remember, back in 1970, I saw an art film in Chicago called 'The Virgin and the Gypsy'. I have not seen it or even seen of it since and it might have been subtitled, now that I think about it. Anyway, this reminds me of that.

Ekanthapadhikan said...

As always - very graphical in expression and very captivating in your tone.

Bravo! Bravo!!

By the way, I've another award waiting for you in my blog and I bet this is a unique one which you would've least expected.

Lust With Wings said...

horse imagery.

Elizabeth Bradley said...

I enjoy your poems. They make me feel.

staceyjwarner said...

Absolutely happy to have stumbled upon your beautiful words...

Dulce said...

Oh my!
You woman write so damn beautiful! that gypsy I love... with her hair (not mentioned today- but I guess) and suffering...
Just great!
Thank you Shay.

Riot Kitty said...

This was really beautiful.

Joanna Jenkins said...

You have a wonderful way with words.

Fireblossom said...

Thanks, MZ. Shhh, but I only write them to impress you. ;-)

Ellen, I wonder if that film was based on D.H. Lawrence's novella? His "Lady Chatterly's Lover" is a book that has influenced me greatly in my life and in my writing.

Ekanth, you're going to bury me in awards! I shall be along soon to see. that a minimalist comment? Or what?

Thank you so much, Elizabeth. Coming from you, that pleases me all the more.

Welcome, Stacey! I am glad you found the Word Garden. Thank you so much for your kind comment and please visit again!

Hello sweet Dulce. *smiles* The lady with all the hair in the photograph is Evelyn Nesbit, who was essentially America's first supermodel while still in her teens at the turn of the century. Her look remains strikingly modern even after so many years. Her life was not a very happy one, despite her beauty and celebrity. I have always felt a profound kinship with her.

Thank you, Twin!

Shadow said...

it's a blessing and a curse, to have the heart of a gypsy...

Cloudia said...

Yes, Stanny?
Bring your hair over here...

Aloha, Friend

Comfort Spiral

Pouty Lips said...

I never thought of Joan as a gypsy. What a wonderful insight. Thanks for that.

Vesper said...

What a beautiful, haunting song this would make… is…

I find the photo fascinating.

Fireblossom said...

So true, Shads!

*giggles* you made me laff, Cloudia. Stanford White had a swing in their hideaway, which she would swing on au naturel.

It seems to me to fit, Pouty. Glad you liked!

Me too, Vesper. Her pictures just seem to reach across time. Especially this one, she seems so unguarded.