my imaginary life

When I was little, I wanted to be a gypsy. Though I wasn't even sure what a gypsy is, I just imagined a life completely different from my own. Mine was full of rules which I never broke, predictable, unexciting. I wanted to live a bohemian life, to see different places and cultures, belonging to no one. Here is a poem about my imagined gypsy girl with a lovely collage I found over at Holly Loves Art:



She smiles, giving nothing
away, hiding a caravan
of stories between the
layers of her billowing skirt.

She dreams, finger-walking
along ridges and maps
written on the soles
of her wandering feet.

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21 comments:

  1. i have found that the truest form of gypsy,, is in the heart,,, the place matters not....

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  2. Hi Odessa! The images you create and the words you choose always fill me with awe -- I love your poetry! In this, I especially love the line "hiding a caravan/ of stories between the/ layers of her billowing skirt." Wow!!
    :)

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  3. It conjures up vivid images. Gypsy is inside our mind, not in any place.

    Liked it.

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  4. A nice idea for a poem - lookinat the soles of your feet, but wandering far away in your mind. I like the gypsy collage too.

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  5. "hiding a caravan
    of stories between the
    layers of her billowing skirt."

    wonderful imagery!

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  6. "hiding a caravan of stories"
    oh i love this line!! beautiful...

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  7. I love the idea of the "ridges and maps" being on the soles of her feet. In some cultures the soles of their feet are something like "eyes".

    I also dream of the Gypsy life and take a road trip every chance I get!

    Nice to meet you at Writer's Island

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  8. a caravan of stories - she's a gypsy for sure. The words you chose for this are vivid, create an urge to foot wander. RIGHT NOW! Very nicely done!

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  9. fantastic. a gypsy at heart myself, i think i've found a home here in alaska. i love poems inspired by pictures or by other works of art. here's a series i wrote about pictures(http://jonaslamb.wordpress.com/2007/05/22/under-the-influence-of-spinning-vinyl/) and another about the drawings included in a journal(http://jonaslamb.wordpress.com/2007/01/05/poems-for-kent/).

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  10. I felt that way too, such a good girl with huge dreams. You captured the feeling so beautifully. Yes!

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  11. Wow - loved the post... especially the poem! The second stanza just sings to me... ;) Glad you found the island!

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  12. Ciao!
    come va?
    i wished for the complete opposite... when i was a bambina...my life was like one of a zingara... i wanted to live in one place...

    piacere

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  13. hi paisley, you're right. what matters is having a gypsy heart. thanks for stopping by!

    clare - i love, love your poetry so for you to say that you like mine, i am deeply touched and honored. and i'm so glad that we "met" on the blogosphere.

    gautami, thank you. glad you liked it.

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  14. hi christina! thanks for stopping by. i kinda like the idea that our destinies are written on the soles of our feet. don't even know why.

    hi pauline! thanks a lot. glad you enjoyed my poem.

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  15. hi liz,
    that's my favorite line too. i imagined my gypsy alter-ego to be mysterious. again, something i'm not. i'm way too predictable and easy to read. thanks for swinging by!

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  16. hi kimberly, thank you for stopping by. i didn't even know about certain cultures believing that the soles of their feet as "eyes". that's very fascinating.

    hi tumblewords! thank you for your kind words.

    hi jonas! glad you found your herat's desire in alaska. thanks for stopping by, will check out your blog soon.

    hi tammy, i guess its always like that. we dream of being someone that we're not, even for just a moment only.

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  17. hi rob!
    thank YOU for being such a gracious host to this new tropical haven for writers. i'm glad you started it, especially with PT gone.

    hi calabrisella,
    many thanks for visiting. i guess all the moving and travelling gets old after awhile huh? and you just want to stay in one place.

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  18. I love the metaphors in this. Nicely done!

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  19. Oh! Yes! We do have a lot in common, neighbor!

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  20. A delicate poem, I remember reading it last year. I especially like the story about wanting to be a gypsy. THanks for visiting my blog today, and commenting.

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  21. reading this made me feel i should get going with my Gypsy story :) thanks so much.

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