Bohemian Flair
Her true instinct's voice is soft-wave heart
yet, bohemian flame sparks zodiac's chart,
wandering through journey's enchanting years
caravan dressed in sunrise , dusk and rain...
I feel her passion stirring once again.
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A soulful gypsy rustling skirts of fresh dreams
tambourines beat her free-spirit,agleam
and she flame's life dances on moonlit rites
brazen at night then dashing warmth so kind...
her flair exudes an energy aligned.
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Tiptoeing on fields, sensient like airtrips
in firelight's steps of jazzy, jazzy dips
Oh woman, daring trails never yet glazed
a bohemian in earthy kind of jive
mystic...she feeds on love's tarot, alive.
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Not to be overtaken by things bland
incense of newness rises at her command;
yet childlike strains are innocence's hues
as romance and virtue send her afire ,
that’s me, a gypsy wrapped by earth-sky's lyre!
Contest: Gautami's Portrait of A Poet
Written by: nette onclaud...7/22/2011
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2011
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