You can't chart that.
It rains or it turns raw,
And I feel naked--
Not like I have no clothes,
But like I have no skin.
Gypsies cursed my memories,
And yet I hoard them.
I think of you, and my hands come away wet--
They've been petting the wound again.
They drip blood into the pot
And then call that soup
And I call that
Poems.
Gypsies travel
Ever further south,
Growing more sultry and more removed from God with every turn of the wheel.
Me, I stay here--
Our Hag Of Windy Days--
With an old tin funnel, I pour vile scalding soup down the marrow bone,
And when I scream
Like a cat dropped down a lightning bolt,
You'll say,
"It's that damn gypsy,"
Then close your window and light the fire.
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Shay, this is an awesome poem. Your imagery just crackles and leaps off the page straight into my heart. Thank you for feeding me this morning. Blessings!
ReplyDeleteMy fire is lit now.
ReplyDeleteI can SO relate to the second verse. That's as raw as it gets.
ReplyDeleteMarion's right. Your imagery is incredible. (Poor kitty!)
And, I call the poems brilliant.
ReplyDeleteI feel it
ReplyDeleteSo raw and painfull and still such beauty, Shay.
ReplyDeleteDear Girl, this is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLove that damn Gypsy! :)
ReplyDeleteYou're creating beautiful images with words again, Chica. Very nice.
Whoa. Yeah. Wow. Words fail me. Gypsy got to me.
ReplyDeleteAll day long today I got called a gypsy by a few folks...strange and somehow kismet as I think we are both born of the same gypsywarrior woman cloth...
ReplyDeleteHow can I say brilliant to you?
How can I convey beauty to you who writes beauty every day...
Loveyou
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"Gypsies cursed my memories,
ReplyDeleteAnd yet I hoard them."
Oh, yeah, that's me all over, Shay. Also like Mojo said, poor kitty!LOL.
TGIF BRM!
Sockmonk
"Close your window
ReplyDeleteand light the fire."
You are something!!!!
Aloha from Waikiki
Comfort Spiral
OK, I've tried and tried to come up with an original comment, because I always say, "Great! Brilliant! I love it!", and I feel totally unoriginal.
ReplyDeleteIn this case, I can tell you my favorite part was the soup of poems. Genius!
What a way with words!
ReplyDeleteAwesome.
jj
Fine picture here. A gypsy and a fire. I'd be looking over my shoulder.
ReplyDeletePS - Love the "I don't think I know you well enough to accept your freaking blog award" image on the sidebar! Ha!
ReplyDeleteClever indeed! This is quite something else. Very fun. A cat dropped down a lightning bolt! Oh my!
ReplyDeleteI thoroughly enjoyed this, alot, did I say alot?
ReplyDeleteWho gives a damn if alot isn't a word...I enjoyed this ALOT.
Cheers Shay.