The purple gypsy came
to town today, selling
wares in a worn out cart
with squeaking, moaning wheels.
She waved her hands and
we watched one another
disappear in the cart under
an old gray blanket, with
only a hole to see the blue
sky by day and and silver
stars by night. We have
been waiting centuries for
these words to be written
down to release the
mystery, to escape
silent tyranny.
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wayside word garden 
OKAY, what’s going on under that blanket?? Will we ever know? I think maybe it’s war?
AWESOME poem. Really.
Aww, thanks Jannie, you are encouraging. I’m not too happy with the above poem– but that’s what I got. Sometimes you just gotta go with what you have. 🙂
Some of my poems take years to write. I mean, I write them, and think they’re done… and then one day, sometimes years later, it hits me. What’s missing, the theme, the image, the verse that – inserted thus – brings the poem to completion and brings me a sense that this is it. You have to let the muse take her course, take her time… but she always follows through.
And your poetry is breathtaking.
I know what you mean about that sense of completion– I’ve experienced that, too. The above poem isn’t there for me– so I think it is one of those that might be years in the making.
interesting….there is some greater mystery in this…but a meeting that will change everything maybe, with a gypsy….
Indeed… I was thinking of something like– ignorance perhaps? The purple gypsy can be quite cunning…
very cool..meeting the purple gypsy can mean so much…love that it leaves space for interpretation cause i think each of your readers have their own purple gypsy…and it speaks in different ways..
Hmmm… maybe I’ll try to come up with another meeting with the gypsy…?
Very cool write !
Thank you, ayala!
This is very cool, filled with enough mystery to make me think there’s magic still in the world. Your purple gypsy has me looking under the salamanders and moss ponds for a secret entrance to those worlds I might have misplaced. Excellent write.
Thank you Chazinator! Those mysterious and magical worlds are just a breath away… glad you’re looking!
I’m curious why they disappeared in the cart under the gray blanket…
Yes, indeed… leaves a bit of mystery to the imagination….
Oh, very mysterious indeed. As long as she isn’t married to the knife sharpener guy, maybe it’ll be okay.
Ha ha! That just made me laugh out loud– thank you! 🙂 Maybe there should be a sequel….
Mysterious indeed! It’s got that air for interpretation, which I love, and the images are strong. I could see the gypsy moving in my mind’s eye. 🙂
This is so mysterious, and whimsical! I think I’d like to find a purple gypsy today.