If karma allows
I will come back a snail.
A wandering gypsy
with silvery trail.
No overheads, and always at home
with nobodys' deadlines but my own.
If someone taps my shell and swallows me, then
be it a Thrush,so I can sing again.
what a delicious thought
ReplyDeleteNice use of image and metaphor. Bravo!
ReplyDeletea wandering gypsy always at home - what
ReplyDeletea wonderful state of mind.
The most beautiful things come in small packages--such as this poem of yours Julia K!
ReplyDeleteGlad to meet you here!
A wandering gypsy
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No overheads, and always at home---LOVE this!
A fellow blogmaster named Owen sent me over here to read your lovely snail poem. I, being a mollusk myself, am delighted by this, and I read it over and over again. I shall follow this silvery blog trail! Come on over to Slug's Rest for a visit for more slug trail tales!
ReplyDeleteLove, Mrs. Slug
I believe in re-incarnation exactly how that might happen.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed that Julia. Would that all our endings be so fortuitous x
Pammy x
I love the imagry of wandering gypsy with silvery trail. You're much better at poetry than I. I would ask you to look at my post but I would hate for you to go to that extra effort just to cringe. Have a great mid-week, Roland
ReplyDeleteLoved this!!!!!! I'm a gypsy at heart and know this feeling all too well. I love your writing!
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