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vanity dancer
‘There was a woman swore an oath
And gave hoarse whisper to a prayer
And it was all over.’ Carl Sandburg
how can I love you like this?
there is a storm inside you that takes you away in the wet
night. the darkness entices you, & you speed toward its
siren wail, reckless. swift as a falcon; dire as a sparrow.
when I have loved you, I am utterly worn, as if I had wrestled
the whirlwind. you linger a moment, two moments, in my
arms. then you dance away, the fire in you still raging, & I
know that I cannot love you hard enough.
I could throw you to the floor, in the violent choreo of our
apache’ dance, but what would I harvest? you would gather
your broken pieces & stitch yourself splendorously, more
the spitfire than you had been.
is it other men that you run to? or some hideous thrill that
I could not imagine nor believe. I wonder if there is a wolf
pack that you run with, in this city of mean streets. the
tousle-haired female who leads them, as they chase your
scent & nip at your thighs.
romance your notorious ballet, in the dancehalls of Babylon.
loin-clothed savages beat their drums to your rhythm; twirl
under pagan lamps, in a circle of vestal harlots who worship
a burning bush.
live for your wildness, live for the storm that defines you.
sail the nomad winds to the untainted forests of your wanton
desires, green mansions of rebellion, where men cannot go.
& when you at last find the summit of your sovereignty,
there will be no more of us –
my broken heart mourns your destiny:
a gypsy is forever lonely…
(Artist unknown)
Published 22nd Jan 2016
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22nd Jan 2016 6:55pm
Ah, John, I walked the mean streets of America for
two lost decades, and I can tell you where she goes
to. She finds excitement alley and there she sates
herself with pills, booze, men, women. They come
from their homes looking for whatever they can get
from anyone they can get it from, and when she is
sated, she will crawl back home. I sincerely hope this
is merely a poem and not based on reality . . .
two lost decades, and I can tell you where she goes
to. She finds excitement alley and there she sates
herself with pills, booze, men, women. They come
from their homes looking for whatever they can get
from anyone they can get it from, and when she is
sated, she will crawl back home. I sincerely hope this
is merely a poem and not based on reality . . .
22nd Jan 2016 7:19pm
In the pace and sweep of this - are the sure dancers steps - a tango between passion and the prosaic - fine wine JF
22nd Jan 2016 7:21pm
"my broken heart mourns your destiny:
a gypsy is forever lonely"… Damn you made my eyes water. I feel an emotional depth in your words that drives straight to the core. I want to know too...what pulls her breathless moon into the shadows... In love with it..blue angel
a gypsy is forever lonely"… Damn you made my eyes water. I feel an emotional depth in your words that drives straight to the core. I want to know too...what pulls her breathless moon into the shadows... In love with it..blue angel
23rd Jan 2016 00:43am
There's a secret in every woman!
This is wildly beautiful, John! Add this one to the list of my favorites that you have wrote! Love it! 😊
This is wildly beautiful, John! Add this one to the list of my favorites that you have wrote! Love it! 😊
Anonymous
- Edited 23rd Jan 2016 6:49am
23rd Jan 2016 6:48am
'my broken heart mourns your destiny:
a gypsy is forever lonely…'
This feels like a Casablanca ending. . .
a gypsy is forever lonely…'
This feels like a Casablanca ending. . .
Anonymous
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23rd Jan 2016 8:40am
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24th Jan 2016 00:05am
this is beautiful JohnFeddeler ... there is real depth... sadness here among the blue ...
24th Jan 2016 3:51am
24th Jan 2016 6:54pm
they don't make writers like you anymore, mister feddeler...
... get published, yes? i need your vignettes bathside next to my cigar & the whiskey bottle
xo
... get published, yes? i need your vignettes bathside next to my cigar & the whiskey bottle
xo
26th Jan 2016 2:25pm
A depth one has to live and you place it for us in swift sweet, hard emotion! Great read John!
