Never cross a gypsy.
Never break her heart.
The moon will split and fall
Like silver coins into a fountain--
Beware the closing in of night.
Never kiss a gypsy.
Never think you can just walk if you do.
All wolves are sisters--
They are silent, so silent,
But nonetheless eloquent in the end.
One thing I forgot to say--
All women...
All women...
Are gypsies.
All liars will be found out,
And all paths home are long, uncertain and poorly lit.
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I hear you roar!
ReplyDeleteuntil they run into another gypsie all the wiser...some gypsies are meant to be the teacher, I suppose.
ReplyDeletecynic in me comes out reading this one :) I love it all the more!
Your magic moves me!
ReplyDeleteAloha
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Don't piss off a gypsy...I love it, and your new look. It's you.
ReplyDeleteWow! That was a brilliant piece - simple yet powerful. Not too many people can put down their thoughts in verse. You're truly brilliant!
ReplyDeleteThe last line - "And all paths home are long, uncertain and poorly lit" encapsulates the whole mood of the poem! Bravo! Bravo!!
Yes We are gypsies. I love that. Wise poem.
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Gypsies, tramps and thieves ...
ReplyDeleteyour last verse i perfect. brilliant. yes it is!
ReplyDeleteI like it! Very powerful.
ReplyDeleteI'd like it if I were one. Am I?
ReplyDeletei tried and i tried, yet yesterday this darn comment form wouldn't pop up.... but i had to come back today to tell you... that last verse? i love love love it! excellent!!!
ReplyDeleteThe first stanza is what got me!
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