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PEASANT DREAMS

BLOODLINE III : PEASANT DREAMSI am a peasant sonFrom the southern ApenninesRaised in a peasant traditionOF witches, seers and superstition.Nordic winds too run through these hillsCooling  deep Gypsy passion.I fly on wings of peasant dreamsAnd feel the earth calling me.I linger now  in this strange and  lonely spaceHaunted by the Ghosts across the sea.The last am IA peasant son raised in the t raditionOf witches, seers and superstition.
— Geremia, Sep 27, 2009

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ziggy

16 years 8 months ago

peasent dreams

enda, patrick collins. o i am loving this, great theme good content nice write ziggy
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 8 months ago

Thank you

J.B. Longo-Geremia I am enjoying writing it. Joe
Seren

Seren

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Joe

I loved this one ...poignantly sad reminding us to remember our roots ... wonderful write ... love and higgest bugs Jayne x x
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

I heard you coming!!

I see the flavours of the passions, superstitions and desires of the past, your genes so full of character that one fair swoons at imaginings and dramas, I like this one too. "I fly on wings of peasant dreams And feel the earth calling me." What a whole theatrical vision you create in my mind with these words. I will look up into the sky this evening and there will be your poem written on the clouds whose shapes will depict the story of your genes and their personifications, dramas and desires, in the colours of memory, the grays and delicate lacey rememberings that scarf your head in holy reverence to those that have gone before you, how they applaud and being given new life, with your wings of thoughts, they will be there for you when your turn comes to join them, they will lessen your burden help you to go gently into the dark of night, and there bless you for ever. And if that isn't wonderful what is? Your's ever Annuccia
hugo la rosa

hugo la rosa

16 years 8 months ago

Longo:

I believe there is always a good reason for having been born a highlander, probably to wonder about the altitudes of human experience, or to ponder even beyond the hills, searching for the best of words to describe our perplexities. Sincerely, Hugo
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

Check it out again,

Check it out again, yourself, Kali... as I have answered your poem there with another one! Ann of Norway