Caravan of Life
I will always be a gypsy- woman filled with curiosity
Running wild beneath a moonglow grasping fireflies;
Then to quickly scribble impressions on leaves, my poetry:
How zest ignites visual arts — charcoal, acrylic, oil—streaks upon
Drawing boards until night’s rhythm forgets to ebb :
Nor do these limbs pause when bewilderment tempts hours
Of dance, weeks of exploration in unknown realms
That this spirit ever free, ever me flames an inner beam…
Nomadic meditative dauntless as a caravan of light and life.
9/27/2018
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Anthony Slausen’s Your life in Nine lines...or less
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