we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - share our stories around the campfire - come along -

this site is simply a streamofconsciousness rambling of words and images in which i find meaning and beauty - there is no organized order of thought or format -
poetry painting and writing on love and life and things thereof from the heart and through the eyes of a louisiana gypsy spirit travelin' roads less traveled...enjoy -


My photo
A...WOMAN IN MOTION WITH HAIR AS DARK AS NIGHT HER EYES WERE LIKE THAT OF A CAT IN THE DARK... SHE WAS A GYPSYWOMAN... she danced round and round... from the fire her face was all aglow... she was dancing... dancing... waiting for the RISING SUN... loving caring relationships are like THE RISING SUN...we are nourished by their warmth...we are energized by their strength...we grow in their light...we find shelter and solace there...they are our sanctuary... born in the sign of the sun, i am a true LEO-love the sun and its hot orange red fire-passionate in and about everything i do-i believe in instant chemistry charisma love/lust at first sight-in the magic of the eyes and the beauty of the soul-in the instant recognition familiarity in meeting someone from a past life and in the knowledge that we might meet in a future life-i believe that we are each ageless and flawless-i believe in the beauty of the moment-the whisper of yesterday-the hope of tomorrow-the power of forgiveness for even ourselves-the absolute and total beauty of love---[credit to brian hyland and curtis mayfield]

to dance with life

to dance with life
come dance with me...

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

the sacred forest of the snow tiger...

he had thought that he was safe
there in his forest of ice
he’d left the world of light and warmth behind
choosing instead a life of dark and cold
he had feared the heat of the other world
feared it with a passion most never know
feared it as most would love their mates
but fear it he did -

for he was the snow tiger

he’d painted his hard lean body
in stripes of shadows and light
the black of black the white of white
he’d painted it like the stripes on the trees
with their ribbons of frost
not to be seen by day or by night

and so he lived in the vast wasteland of steel and cold
there he’d worked feverishly to uphold
never allowing another in
guarding the glacier that was all him
never leaving the safety of his self-made lair

he’d thought that he was happy there
that he was safe
but only one as frigid as he could survive such a place
there was no nourishment to be found in the arctic woods

he hunted here he hunted there he hunted everywhere
but the gnawing hunger remained
it gnawed through his belly and into his cold dark heart
leaving a hole that could not be filled
and soon he knew there was nothing left
in his forest to be hunted - to be consumed -
to ease the pain of his hunger as it grew
the hunger he had felt before
but which now became a ravishing sword

and then one day at the forest edge
as he crept closer and closer still
there stood a vision he ne’er had seen before
but one he feared nevertheless -
he feared to the bottom of his lonely soul
and knew in his gut that this vision meant danger
danger to him and to all that was his

the vision remained - there it stood -
starring straight into the windows of his barren soul
something familiar something once known
or maybe just a dream
but no - it was a mortal creature the vision he feared
a mortal creature with long dark hair that softly swept
the snow beneath her human feet

the sight of this mortal soul struck a chord of primal fear
her haunting black eyes never left his icy stare
her scent attacked the spirit he’d long forgot
he thought perhaps she was just a gentle breeze
blown by the dusty figments of his empty imagination
for the trees in his forest had long since lost their leaves

he could not strike and he could not flee
he was transfixed frozen in her light
and what of that light - it was not white, that must be it
this light - this unpure light - emitted something evil - something sinister
it had color - and that evil that he most feared - 

the one her light emitted
to the gods he implored - not this not this - this he could not survive
this would surely kill him - this - this was his most dreaded enemy
this was warmth!  life, even!  life, with passion!

and in that moment of time stood still
the she-creature fearing not his warrior stance
edged closer and closer again
moving toward him toward all that was his
he roared at her from the icy lobes of his fractured heart
threatening threatening again
but she did not fear him she did not retreat
closer still she edged into his sacred trees

her smell permeated deeper still
leaving his core needing more
his mind abandoned him
he could not think as before
and he knew that she brought with her
weapons the likes of which he’d never dreamed
and then his great claws began to lose their grip
their grip no longer holding to the frozen ground now turned liquid

her eyes never left his stare as she came toward him
bringing with her a strange never before felt sensation
it was foreign to him it burned his eyes attacked his nostrils flared
and invaded that secret part of him long held captive by the cold
this light that surrounded her now surrounded him
what could it be
his worst fear brought to reality?
what could it be?  who could she be?  who was she?
this mortal who walked in light and warmth and color

this light that once attacked his senses
somehow now seemed to ease the ravaging pit of his hunger
further and further she encroached
it seemed her odour ate at him it conquered advancing ever more

the light and the warmth that was her invaded even deeper
deeper into the darkest recesses surging but never retreating
until it reached the stalwart chambers of his heart of stone
seeping down into the crevasse of cold that had been his life
it left him dizzy it left him alive

then he realized that thing - the thing that she brought with her -
that light and warmth thing - it was something he almost remembered
from the other world - something he need not fear 
something that could be cherished, even -

 it was a thing called comfort

and this other thing, this she-creature - 

this mortal whom he had first feared
he remembered her now, too
from once before in the land of light and warmth
he remembered her now - 

she was the gypsywoman-

she had traveled far suffered much to reach him 
to save him from the ravages of his own frost

from the hunger that consumed him

she had come from the other world 
and she had come
for him -



ce que vous dites est très vrai, cher monsieur - les mots magiques resteront cachés -

Deboshree said...

Simply beautiful.
I was held transfixed,couldn't even dare to look away.
Your writing reached out to me and consumed me in its passion.
Marvellous writing.



oh, thank you SO much, deboshree! your words truly are appreciated! especially because while it has meaning to me, one never knows how a piece will be received by others - the whole point being that one does write for self AND for others, i think!

Sniffles and Smiles said...

So when are you going to publish your poetry in an anthology??? This is fabulous!!!! I am waiting for your collection...I love your writing! ~Janine XO

Nancy said...

Just beautiful, it had me to the end. Comfort - a word much needed in the world right now. And maybe the comfort in knowing that we will always be a part of the greater whole?

Is this a new blog?

staceyjwarner said...

Wow, I was transfixed...beautiful picture and captivating story...

much love


janine, nancy, stacey, spiritsisters all - thank you so much for your words which mean more than you can know -

first time in a LONG time i've tried anything this long - and not using any real technique [well, which i rarely do, anyway :) ] - usually just go by the "flow" of what i'm "feeling", you know? i came across this image by accident [uh, except that i don't believe in accidents or coincidences] - but anyway, i saw this image and it reminded me of something - next thing i knew the words were just pouring out - literally - did it in about 45 minutes -

oh, and nancy, nope, not a new blog - don't really know why this post got put on this blog as it probably more aptly goes over on words unspoken - i'd thought of moving it yesterday - and a couple of others here - but then decided that love and passion and such are all part of the " whole gypsyworld" even here on this blog -

again, i thank each of you! have a glorious day!

Nevine said...

Gypsywoman, where have I been? How did I miss this blog of yours, with your original writing? What? I can't thank you enough for letting me know about this!

Now for this piece you've written. It has rawness, passion, warmth, fear, coldness, distance, obsession, sensuousness. And your language is simply beautiful. I love the image of consumption that carries through from the very beginning until the very end. But my favorite part of all was the fact that I felt like I was transported into a fantasy, just transported right there. I saw, smelled, heard, and felt everything. Beautiful, Gypsywoman! And now I'll be following you here as well! Have a lovely evening!



oh, nevine - you are so kind! thank you very much! for me, just writing it was almost obsessive - i just could not stop until it was done - i saw the image and then the words just poured out - nonstop - it makes it all so worthwhile to hear such comments, as i'm sure you know - i feel the same way about your pieces - namaste' - gypsywoman


nevine - i forgot to mention that most of my own work stuff is over at my "on words unspoken" blog - have you missed it? check it out - i have only this week or so put original pieces here on gypsywomanworld - later, lady!

Marlene said...

"she had come from another world..she had come for him" I love the ending and I love the message in this ...you should publish your work!


oh, marlene, such a sweet note! thank you! this one was something that i just was literally compelled to write - long story - but anyway, a visceral response to something else and here we are - thanks again for your words, lady - how are you doing? what's on our agenda these days? talk to me soon!

Susan Deborah said...


The poem is as powerful as the majestic white Tiger.

Shall follow you here as well.

The Gypsy spirit prevails here as well!

Joy always.

Deborah said...

INCREDIBLE!!!!!!! My GOD, GYPSYWOMAN, I was absolutely riveted! Αυτό είναι απολύτως όμορφο - να με είχε στο λογοτεχνικό νύχια σας -- I felt so cold, so steely, impenetrable, and when she appeared, the warmth was almost more than I could bear. I'm going to go backward and start at the genesis. I'm going to read everything you've written and comment on each one. Your writing fills up my senses. Please do an anthology of your poetry. It would be a SIN not to share this with the world. Every hair on the back of my neck was rigid, electric. I love it in your world, GYPSYWOMAN! God bless you for allowing me to be in it for a time...
Much Love,Deborah

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Wow, Jenean! This is astonishing!


susan deborah - as usual, your words bring such warmth - thank you very much - i'm a bit behind on my own visits/comments so please forgive - i'll be over your way soon!


deborah! you are such a dear - for your comments and for so faithfully and energetically following along with me on this journey - i thank you!


thanks trish - it's this GREENRING!

linda said...

I am so thrilled I ventured over this night...what a stunning piece of work you have here...I love your sentence "she was the gypsywoman" ...of course :)

gorgeous just like you ♥


and i'm so glad you ventured over too, pretty lady! thank you for your always kind words!

Chuck Dilmore said...
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Chuck Dilmore said...

this was written
by one in a trance...

deep, focused, assured.

beautiful writing!
keep that prolific pen in hand!
peace~ Chuck


gee, chuck, just now am i seeing your comment for the very first time - i am so sorry not to have gotten it sooner - but thank you is simply not enough for your always inspiring words to me - and yes, you are right about how it was written - steadily deeply and deeper still - all in one sitting without looking up - like a gushing volcano almost - it was an incredible experience!


just now i re-read the snow tiger - for the 100th time - and for the 100th time was moved to tears - i love it so - in a visceral way - not in a vain way at all - not because i wrote it - i love it because to me there is such beauty, beauty and truth there in that forest - i feel i become i am both the gypsywoman - and - the snow tiger -