Gypsy (Blogophilia 32.5)


Gypsy woman
Looks deep
Into the woman's eyes
Saying nothing.

Is it real?
Or the image
Of  tea leaves,
Spoonful of sugar?
 
The image of a train
Appears to the woman.
"All Aboard!
The conductor intones.

Which way does it go?
Ecstasy or tears?
Love or hate?
To tell the truth 
it is unknown.

Gypsy fades from sight
As she climbs aboard
To another world,
Another life.

Comments

  1. sueOctober 1, 2012 at 10:09 PM

    Like it! the train of life - or death

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  2. AnonymousOctober 1, 2012 at 11:59 PM

    Mysterious and intriquing! 8 points Earthling! :)
    Marvin

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  3. AnonymousOctober 2, 2012 at 9:53 AM

    oh i like this, it's like death but not sorrowful.

    Clare

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    1. Another Government EmployeeOctober 2, 2012 at 6:54 PM

      This is what I was thinking as I was writing it.

      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoEUwljiHv4&feature=colike

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  4. AnonymousOctober 2, 2012 at 5:29 PM

    Risk big to win big - not sure I would have had the courage to step on

    TM

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  5. Colleen Keller BreuningOctober 2, 2012 at 7:10 PM

    Ah, this is just wonderful! So true, with every life change and decision there is a certain amount of risk. I just love the direction you took this week, and that you wrote a poem to boot!!! :D

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    1. Another Government EmployeeOctober 2, 2012 at 7:37 PM

      The original idea was a story, but I just couldn't get it to jell. So, I fell back to four line stanzas.

      Delete
  6. PoppySilverOctober 3, 2012 at 7:29 AM

    Beautifully rendered...
    This is a wonderful direction to have gone :) xo

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  7. UnknownOctober 3, 2012 at 11:38 PM

    I really liked this one. Kind of mysterious.

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  8. liamOctober 5, 2012 at 10:47 AM

    cool

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  9. tobyjustOctober 6, 2012 at 7:54 AM

    what a great finish Christopher ... it leaves more questions than answers... loved it pal...

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  10. ChickeeOctober 6, 2012 at 11:07 PM

    Darn these gypsies are prolific this week. Yours is especially cryptic. I like it!

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    1. Another Government EmployeeOctober 7, 2012 at 10:10 AM

      It's the tea leaves. They are supposed to be bearers of the future.

      Kind of fun, though.

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  11. DiaOctober 7, 2012 at 8:57 AM

    It speaks volumes. Great write.
    --DJ

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