"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Thursday, July 15, 2010

My Thoughts A Gypsy Caravan

Sleep again you evade me
I lie awake my thoughts
A gypsy caravan
Stopping for a moment
To entertain and then
Leaving for the next

Like a moth to light
I am drawn to sit
At a bohemian campfire
Illuminated with memories
I had hoped to leave behind

Daydreams dance
Through my heart
Seductive with the recall
Of my love’s touch on my skin

My musings nomadic
A restless search
For somewhere
He does not inhabit
A land void of
His face his voice

At every turn I find him
My soul snared
My thoughts a gypsy caravan
Keeping me awake


Nena Fagan said...

Like it - Susie it is so great that you are constantly inspired to write poetry. I used to write all the time. I really enjoy reading your work :)

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