Gypsy Romance

Lassy I be
gentle
wandering
wondering
small hamlet
more there must be
to this life I lead.
Rambling Rose.
That was a name they gave me.
Tumbleweed Tillie…..
another one.
My toes did tap
my feet did walk
trapped in one spot
I could not.
Country lanes
city highways
quiet
solitude
much better
the noise
the bustle
all that hustle
not for a simple woman like me.
What am I looking for?
What is it that I sought?
Even I knew not
what would soothe
ache in my soul
yearning
missing that special…..
something.
In circular fashion
home I came
dusty
tired
still uncertain…..
I could continue
looking yonder
for what I search
or I could turn eyes inward
learn to love myself again.
©June 17/20
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Melancholic Memories

Remembrances
days past
times of yore
yearned for
thought of
sitting on the floor.
Laughter rings
dancing in the rain
adults as children did act
leaping
building sand castles.
Innocence regained
if for a moment.
Thunder ripped
lightening roared
shattered peace
brutal fears
waves crash upon the shore
torn asunder
adrift
lost to one another.
Sip from wine
tears track
within these pages
rose pressed
slowly turns to dust.
©May 27/20
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