A Wandering Gypsy
A Wandering Gypsy
I wander a gypsy
and could not come into your house
even when you saw how it broke me
broke my calm and took me down
In my fatigue
I could not fight away the hurt images
and their mean touching
they liquefied in my heart
like colours, my clothes, myself melding with the sea
Still a gypsy
still a colourful imaginative beggar
and how I camp when a man,
No, when you,
show a little care and concern
for my presence (of mind)
And I forget my own fierceness
and I betray what is strong in me
for fairy tales and their glitter in my life
betraying the heavy responsibility
we all must bear
to be joyfully alive
I feel my pain, my needs
affront you
as I remember one of the colours of my hurt
and the irony of the words you say
though you would not share your focus with me
As I fold my dreams
with the tiny scent of wildflowers
begging my gypsy soul
to sustain me in the cool softness
of my left eye tearing
Nevertheless
I resist the sharp temptation,
the mad impulse to communicate
to share these subtle ideas
these emotions
that come between words and words
protecting my heart from the rebuff
But...for love’s sake
I must only consider
whatever widens the field of faithful activity
the farrowed rows of courage
and be graceful in my vulnerability
Jacqueline Anne Colquhoun
Caribbean Sea, October 16, 2014
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