M. L. Kiser Poet Prose

Gypsy Winds

Gypsy winds, wind their way
across deserts and plains;
whip the tumbleweeds and 
sands into a frenzy.

Nomad scorpions roam dunes alone,
burrowing deep, to escape 
a tempestuous sirocco.

In lonely places cacti sentinels 
stand vigilant day and night; 
the magic within them, untapped by humans.

Only a few know the secrets of desolate places; 
fewer still, those of their own backyard.

Observation, in its purest form, is a rare practice;  
most people live on the Earth, not in it.
Participate in life and it will broaden the mind.
Expand your knowledge, with the senses and insight;
wisdom is bestowed, as a reward.

A bump on a log, never gives, but stagnates.
The winds of change, reveal secrets to the open ear; 
listen carefully, to those gypsy winds.

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Paul Callus January 17, 2015 at 8:16 AM Excellent! I love the imagery and the message that comes along with it. Many people look without seeing, hear without listening, fail to appreciate the treasures that abound all around us. #7 All the best. // paul M. L. Kiser January 19, 2015 at 5:35 AM Thank you, Paul.

Pandita Sietesantos January 16, 2015 at 10:09 AM Deep, powerful piece with a strong message blowing with those gypsy winds! I love it! This is a superlative piece, my friend! Well done! Pandita M. L. Kiser January 16, 2015 at 12:01 PM I appreciate your visit; many thanks.

Liam Mcdaid January 15, 2015 at 4:29 PM blew me away excellent pen M. L. Kiser January 16, 2015 at 8:15 AM Thanks, I appreciate the comments.

Debbie Guzzi January 15, 2015 at 4:05 PM Such a unique view of life, pleasant, refreshing like your wind. I so enjoyed reading your verse this evening. Light & Love M. L. Kiser January 16, 2015 at 8:16 AM Many thanks, Debbie and I enjoy yours, too.

Sara Kendrick January 15, 2015 at 12:03 PM Those gyspy winds were blowing strong throughout this one. If a contest entry should do well. Sara M. L. Kiser January 16, 2015 at 8:17 AM Thanks for your kind words and wishes, Sara.

Verlena S. Walker January 15, 2015 at 12:02 PM Beautifully written M.L. A 7 - Sending a hug, Verlena M. L. Kiser January 16, 2015 at 8:17 AM Many thanks!

Robert Lindley January 15, 2015 at 10:04 AM I find this to be a very enlightening write. Most live on earth but never venture far into it or into different life that inhabit it. "Observation, in its purest form, is a rare practice; " The art of keen and disciplined observation is not taught in our schools. Once long ago it was taught by our parents as survival required it! Exceptional prose! A7.. M. L. Kiser January 16, 2015 at 8:18 AM Thanks so much, Robert. I've always been an observer, even as a toddler, I'm told. I suppose it's just a natural curiosity.