In regressing here this evening
Thinking over days gone by
Living life with dignity
Taking stress in stride
I've found that unimportant things
Were given up to chance
For details are a memory
I settled for a slow dance
To taste the heady passions
To smell the blooming flowers
To climb a tree when I chose
Get soaked in April showers
To take a trip to Europe
Having never left my home
With a Gypsy spirit antsy
My curiousity roamed
I met the rich and famous
I felt the desert air
I tripped the light fantastic
Because I have no fear
In case you might be wondering
Why I took such chance
Those details now are memories
When I opted for a slow dance.
Ahh, fellow gypsy here is in love with your poem. I might even print it out and put it on my wall so when I wake up, I'll remember to choose the slow dance, too :)
Most of us spend our whole lives long in search of a home. You make wherever you are and whoever you're with your home and I admire you for that. Love this Pierre.
so much can be appreciated when the dance is slow and the glow from within you touches all ...
Reviewed by Simon Barreiros (Reader)
Reviewed on November 9, 2006
Wonderful Susan. Watching "Horse Whisperer" yesterday. Lady says something like , "this land is all we know for a home, but others carry it inside." Your gypsy soul slowly dancing and always at home wherever you might be is like that. Love this write.
your friend,
simon
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on November 9, 2006
Enchanted April.....You, CJ, Tiggs
Your poetry is perfection
Love the cadence, Susan, it piqued my 'rhythm meter', as for a life shared within poety, always exquisite. I enjoy living others lives, if only for a moment, yours is freely given, which is what gifts are made from, Essence. Or, I guess, Energy.
Yep you're my sis;-) This is a trip for me too and a visit to what was is and will be provided by your vivid imagery! Lovely poem Susan!
ET
Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on November 9, 2006
Oh God...Kinda Sassy..Loved every single line like~~ Having never left my home
With a Gypsy spirit antsy
My curiousity roamed
LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!
Thank you dear Susan.!!!
Love From Dove
Reviewed by Martin Hebert (Reader)
Reviewed on November 9, 2006
Susan..you lead, i'll follow...won't step on your toes either...wonderful poem...beautiful dress..
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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your friend,
simon
Your poetry is perfection
Love,
CJ
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
ET
With a Gypsy spirit antsy
My curiousity roamed
LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!
Thank you dear Susan.!!!
Love From Dove
martin
Big Hug,
Marcia