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...

Sunday, December 13, 2009

she is...

who is she
this woman of dark mystery
standing there so tall and so straight
a woman whose world they desecrate
where has she been
and who might be her kin
what has she seen
she looks like an african queen
what has she done
her life here just begun
what does she think
does she dream in blue india ink
and what does she feel
with her touch do you think she can heal
so who is she
this woman of dark mystery

she is

she is

she is




linda said...

this is so beautifully said...sometimes i wonder what you would paint with what you paint with your words...

Deboshree said...

My dearest Jenean,
How silly of me...I didn't know you were an artist till the time you commented on my blog last time. No wonder there is such beauty and wisdom in your words!!

Beautiful yet again. Your dreams and your ideas always make me smile. I can relate to you and I know you can relate to me much better than many people.

She is lovely.

P.S- I will always be your faithful follower and whether you find time to drop by or not, is irrelevant. I know your heart has the best wishes and that's all that matters.


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Nice one! Are these poems part of a collection you've written??


hey lady trish! just a few seconds on computer in between counting the hours i have remaining to get these paintings done!!! :) you know, i have to check here if just for a few seconds just to keep balanced - in any event, oh, no, these little "ditties" i just do as i go - i see an image as i get ready to do a post and once i see "it" [the image] i just type the verse straight here in the post usually - sometimes i will draft the verse separately, if it's particularly long, but this kind, i just peck it out as i post -

have a great remainder of the day! and thanks so much for dropping by!!!