Poems from Gypsy Dancer
A gentle breeze brings a sense of hope
As a young schoolgirl stops and breathes
In the scent of trees, water, and wind
Which permeate the...
‘Write!’ Mom said, her voice ablaze
‘Why?’ I answered, ‘for it’s just a cage
Of words and rhythm and strictest rules
Of boring topics that...
Battalions,
Garbed in gold and wine,
Stand steady, waiting
Yet quake with fear.
Waiting, contemplating
Their fearsome enemy
There! Cold,...