Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

The Passionate Gypsy To Her Love



I am always the red leaf on the green tree--

The odd wildflower that turns up in the garden.

I have learned to spot trouble from a mile away--

I get ready to fight.

I will bite and draw blood without apology,

But I am still more lost dog than wolf,

And as sweet by nature.



As I have gotten older,

If there is a different fish in the stream, it will swim into my hand;

If there is a ring around the moon, it will rise over my house,

And the spirits laugh at the jars I hang from the trees to catch them.



I am the shaded rain drop among the clear--

The Queen of Funnels in your stolen deck.

I do not see things the same.

When I was younger, my visions scared me--

They swirled and never slept.

Now they are as familiar as a house cat,

And roughly as biddable.

When I look at you at night as you sleep,

I use the spooky yellow eyes of my dreams.



I am a gypsy and the road is long--

There is always a red sky in the morning,

But nobody could ever tell me anything.

Nobody could stop me, once I picked up my skirts and put my head down.

What I'm trying to tell you, sweetheart, is

It's the weather inside my skin that creates the roadside that I see.

There will always be haints and hurricanes there--

But when I shake my hair and speak your name,

When I feel that sweet flush from thinking of you, or seeing you swaying like a sunflower to some music on the air,

There is beauty in my world.

There is some notion of a resting place and a delicious trembling,

Whether from laughter or desire.

These things are there because you are,

And so I thank you, darling mine,

From the bottom of my crazy gypsy soul.

________

for One Shoot Sunday

picture by KJ Halliday

31 comments:

  1. This is such an incredibly wonderful poem of love and self revelation. I especially love: "more lost dog than wolf", the spirits laughing at the jars, "the spooky yellow eyes of my dreams", and - most brilliant - "it's the weather inside my skin that creates the roadside I see" and the tender way you explain "what I'm trying to tell you, sweetheart". This is all so beautiful. A person loved by you is a lucky someone.

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  2. A mystical beginning, an amazing second third & fourth stanza full of light and mixed with mature personal insight, and a finish of pure lilting romantic love. The second stanza though, is the heart of it for me: "As I have gotten older/If there is a different fish in the stream, it will swim into my hand..." going on to the spirits...who were surely with you when you wrote this.

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  3. "I am the shaded rain drop among the clear-- / The Queen of Funnels in your stolen deck. / I do not see things the same."
    It's that expression of difference that adds even greater beauty to the ending... I have to start coming up with new ways to say you're awesome

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  4. being different is hard but you have turned it into a thick and fat plus factor and found the one who gives you rest - that's awesome.
    i like your style of writing shay - i like the honesty and directness and my fav in this was..And the spirits laugh at the jars I hang from the trees to catch them..

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  5. you turn everything upside down and create perfect balance

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  6. Huzzah! I'm in awe of your talent. Your words shine. xoxo

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  7. Brilliant and so very, very beautiful!

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  8. Back to read it again and, like Hedgewitch, the "as I grow older stanza" really resonates with me. Such amazing writing, such a joy and wonder to read your work every day!

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  9. I can hear the timbrel of the gypsy in every word Shay.

    Remarkable - like you!!!

    were you trying to import Zombies to the Moon????


    Zombie Moon smiles (muhahaha)

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  10. Deep and unrelenting. Excellent touch fireblossom

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  11. This was so beautifully descriptive and rich in imagery. Love the hopeful and inspiring ending, and such a wonderful journey to get there. Another great write.

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  12. Vivid and delightful - it brims with hope and celebrates the individual, the "difference" factor. A mature piece touched by the romantic, stacked with beautiful images and sentiments. It builds, and builds well upon itself, to reach that oh-so-potent conclusion. Thank you for sharing the depths of that "crazy gypsy soul"!

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  13. Fireblossom on true again-- you are amazing. No patient etherized upon a table in this one--it burns hot...xxxj

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  14. Had to come back for a re-read. Beautiful and special. You are someone worth loving and hopefully all the darlings in your lifetime see that.

    xx

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  15. What a beautifully imaginative response to the photo. I was transported to a surreal place, with your remarkable descriptive writing.

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  16. You bring the beauty to our world. This is truly extraordinary. And, so are you.

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  17. magical
    mystical
    beautiful

    the poem and the poetess

    dani

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  18. You nailed that one perfectly! I bow to your greatness. This is beautiful.

    Cheers, jj

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  19. what they said;) and I love how she comes to life and I really, really like her too:)

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  20. She lives and breathes, Shay. Awesome!

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  21. Clearly, you are the red leaf on a green tree. You stand out !

    :-)

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  22. Romantic and sexy...this one is as fiery as the text color! I love it!!

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  23. and it's just that difference that makes you so interesting. alluring. beautiful!

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  24. So gorgeous. And I love the line: "And the spirits laugh at the jars I hang from the trees to catch them." I'll bet the spirits do laugh at us.

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  25. Beautiful. My daughter calls herself a gypsy. I'm sending this to her.

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  26. You channel a deeep and ancient poetry of human-ness



    Aloha from Waikiki

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  27. You are a marvel. Your talent is awesome. And, I must tell you, I am always drawn to that red leaf. That tiger/gypsy/red leaf is what makes you extraordinary. And I feel so privileged to witness your dreams, visions, and caught spirits.
    Much love,
    Your Weasel-friend
    xoxo

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  28. TG you are different and not afraid to share it.

    Hope the weather inside your skin is treating you well today.

    xoxo

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