GypsyLynx has been writing poetry since 1984. Some of her work, including some short stories, can be found on her web pages. (link below!) America Online members can see a large portion of her poetry under keyword Scrapbook -> View scrapbooks by members -> Poetry by Gypsylynx. Another of her poems, "Child of Nature" was included in the premiere issue of Seeker. Along with a liking of strong imagery, her great passions are cats, renaissance festivals and chocolate.
Voyager
Somewhere in the mists of time,
on the sea of sadness,
A lone voyager cries out in a voice filled
with all the sorrow and pain
that one can bear and still go on existing.
The cry is swallowed by the mist like a fading memory,
akin to all of the voyager's accomplishments --
making no lasting difference ...
All is silent again, as one single beam of sunlight
filters through the clouds off in the distance.
The eternal question:
Give up or chase the sumbeam?
While the voyager hesitates,
the sunbeam disappears
... yet another chance lost.
CARussell
3/17/87
Drifting
Life is like sticks drifting in a stream.
As we float along, fast or slow,
New friendships are formed while others
Are (forever) broken apart.
We may drift along for what seems like eons -
Always in the same group,
Until some hidden eddy of fate snatches us up -
Throwing us together with others
Sometimes with such cataclysmic force
That our lives are interlocked forever afterwards.
Some people are like twigs,
Caught in an ever-rushing current:
Always striving to be the best,
The fastest, the most important.
When they finally hit a calm spot,
They realize that they are all alone.
In their hurry, they left everyone else behind.
Now, they have nobody to share life's many joys with.
Others drift along, happy and carefree,
Taking each day as it comes -
Ready to enjoy the beauty of each and every day.
These are the people who will, without question,
Accept each person at face value -
Never looking for hidden motives.
They realize that we each have our faults,
But that they are outweighed by our good points.
Friendship based on this trusting acceptance
And understanding
Will survive forever,
No matter what changes of fate may occur.
Though we may separate and drift,
We will always be linked by that special,
Unquestioning brand of
... friendship.
CAPhillips, 6/13/84
Sightless Eyes
Sightless eyes, but all-seeing soul
Navigating the textured darkness
Filled with fear, but bolstered by a proud courage
Assailed by sounds, smells and touches
that must replace the sight you lost
Each sensation a new challenge to identify, catalog and respond to
Your heart perceives deeply --
more deeply than those with eyes to see
What does your mind see when you hear my voice?
CAPhillips, 1995