Tsegeuner [tz-goyn-air : GYPSY]

Tsgeuner

[tz-goyn-air]

[Gypsy]

I know that look of madness
And saw it again this day
In dark laughing eyes
Dancing
Shining a coming insanity
Only the tsgeuner can see

The voice sings in honey tones
And
Words flow Wagnerian
To
Sublimity of paradox
Fantasy's reality

The body mourns the death
Of a soul lost in its own hell
Dances to voices that tell
Madness in silence
Only the tsgeuner can hear
I saw that this day
And
I began to fear

— Geremia, Jun 06, 2010

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Country/Region: USA

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lou

16 years ago

Hi

Beautifully expressed, seems like a decent into madness lou xx

Geremia

16 years ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaThank you,

J.B. Longo-Geremia Thank you, Lou. :} Longo

lyz

16 years ago

Dearest Joe

Fear. It can take us over at times, and yes, can send us crazy from the inside out. I read your poem and I felt it. You know how to write with a tasteful and insightful pen. Always dear friend. XX

Geremia

16 years ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaThank you

J.B. Longo-Geremia Thank you , m y Lyz. Hope all is well.

Nordic cloud

16 years ago

Ann of Norway "Fantasy’s reality " Ah what hides beneath those words, what worlds of thought, what judgements, ideas, visions, what decisions of mind to face, or mirror, brush aside or take as dreaded elixir from the jaws of future happenings and dances, swing the balance of the world and chances; chance which plays its role in all we do, or see, or feel, that chance that we might end up differently from the crowd, afflicted with the same, we do not know, we just have to see, to see into it all patiently, prepared for all eventuality, and keep a straight course (I wrote curse!!!!first. Its enough to make one do so anyway isn't it?) as best we can. No? A well written poem as aye Longobardolino, Annuccia.