Who Could Ever Tie Her Down Poem by Norah Tunney
Who Could Ever Tie Her Down
When I look at her.............
I see the quiet evening light shining
through a stain glass window.
She whose presence
is an exquisite gift-
With her sage like wisdom
and her low-key wit.
Her mystic gaze............
and her unconventional ways.
Her reflective prose
and her Santa Fe clothes.
With her wild unruly hair
and her gypsy prayers.
Who could ever tie her down?
She who moves with such grace-
between the two worlds
of time and space.
This is a beautifully written poem about this gypsy woman. An excellent 10 Norah
Oh Annie, dear Annie. A mystery to you. The writing is surreal and shines bright and solid as silver plucked from behind an ecstatic child's ear. She whose presence Is an exquisite gift. I think of my friends and the mutual showering of insults, memories, accusations, toasts and tribal camaraderie. Music and magic. How wonderful to bask in the glow of good friends!
I know the mutual showering also Edmund. The Irish enjoy nothing more than toasts and tribal camaraderie. Having the Craic that's what we call it. Especially around politics and religion nothing gets the blood going like this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 12:44:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Such beauty and spirit captured in the dance of the written word...beautiful :)