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...

Thursday, December 10, 2009

all her own...

lost in a swirl all her own
for no one’s sin does she atone
her body courses to ancient mandolins
strumming with no beginning and no end
strings strugglinggainst the sands of time
all to the rhythm of love sublime
from nomadic shadows of the night
the crimson vortex does ignite
whirling echoes of passion’s beat
all stamped out in her gypsy feet


staceyjwarner said...

love the flamenco. i've always wanted to learn it...

much love

Cathy said...

I love how this made me feel as I read it, the words danced with the same passion the gypsy moves. Read it several times just to absorb the passion and intensity - thanks!

Inalcanzable said...

well done :) it has the same passion as flamenco does ;) I dance flamenco, so I should know :D
wel done !!! <3 ;)

Protege said...

A perfect combination of colour, movement and words.

Sniffles and Smiles said...

"All stamped out in her gypsy feet..." Oh, the rhythm of this piece is fabulous...I feel the beat, the dance...your poetry has nimble feet...dancing across my screen...and what a beautiful, accompanying photo! Another winnder, dearest Jenean! Love to you! Janine XO


stacey, cathy, zuzana, janine and inalcanzable - thank you all so much for your kind words - your visits here bring such sunshine to my days! thank you each!!!

Deborah said...

Well, as always, a lovely post. I just adore the photography you choose-It fits your words like gloves. Thank you, GYPSYWOMAN--you make my world such a lovely place to be.
Much Love,