I look into the mirror
By accident these days
For it’s not my own reflection
That meets my startled gaze
...
Am so afraid of how you feel
Listening to what you’ve said
Chills me to the bone
Our whole existence is on shaky ground
...
He’s written his rules
In invisible ink
She’s thirsty for answers
But can’t get a drink
...
My heart sank
As I watched her go
That familiar pain returned in an instant
And I felt hollow inside
...
This one's a real scorcher
A flaming true one too
The subject – my 'hot' sister
And the things she likes to do
...
I lay awake in my bed
Awaiting only sleep
Last cycle of the dish machine
Stopped – and then went BEEEEP!
...
Sometimes I get just a sniff
A whiff of a memory
A time or a place
Of people
...
Cry for me, please cry for me,
I want you to feel hurt,
I want the pain to dig at you,
And make you feel like dirt
...
I’d like to awake
Without being woken
To just sit and think
With no word spoken
...
Hot cup of tea
Now that for me would be
Such a luxury
Hot Cup of Tea
...
We were blessed with an angel,
The day that she came,
Only a child so perfect,
Could carry her name,
...
Once again alone and lost,
This empty feeling is the cost
Of many regrets and dreams I’ve tossed
Onto the heap of mental compost,
...
Big waves ten foot plus,
Fear fills my heart - board too small
Maybe tomorrow
...
Gypsy has gone AWOL
And joined a circus Troup
Spends her time now juggling
And leaping through a hoop!
...
I know he hurts inside
He misses his boys so much
But I am helpless to his pain
I tread on eggshells when we speak of them
...
Skeletons in cupboard
Ugly bony truths
Betrayal stands unspoken
Doors locked with keys
...
My sleep is abruptly interrupted
Morning mechanics kick into gear
Affection first on his agenda
Arms outstretched he pulls me near
...
Gypsy has been living in Australia since 1992 but was borne and bred in London. She has travelled extensively and now resides in the coastal town of Scarborough in Perth Western Australia. Gypsy is a happy go lucky person who believes that fun and laughter should go hand in hand with life. Writing now since the age of thirteen, the poems that she writes are mainly inspired by life experiences. She likes to vary her subject matter as much as possible and tries to offer the reader a wide scope of emotions to experience through her work. If you were going to read any of Gypsy’s poems her recommendation would be to start with “The Decorator”, “Love In A Teacup” and “Reflections”. These are her three personal favourites. Please feel free to comment on Scarborough Gypsy’s work but do not worry about scoring as she does not believe in the scoring system and does not score on anyone's work for this reason. Gypsy does however welcome all verbal feedback both good and bad providing it is constructive of course. Thankyou)
Forty Is An 'F' Word
I look into the mirror
By accident these days
For it’s not my own reflection
That meets my startled gaze
Instead an ageing woman
Stares back into my face
With sagging tired complexion
That can’t keep up the pace
Of someone ten years younger
Who doesn’t need much sleep
And eats and drinks and parties
Without falling in a heap
And I’ve bought all the cosmetics
For anti ageing skin
But they’ve not made any difference
I should chuck them in the bin
And go and get a face-lift
Some subtle tucks and nips
A bit of liposuction
To loose these bloody hips
And while I’m on the subject
(I’m going to have to swear)
‘cause forty is an “F” word
And we can’t all be like “Cher”.
I love this poem! very creative!