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...

Monday, March 15, 2010

the children speak...

come live inside my fettered dream
and hear the ancient voices sing

the cloven tongues of fire
do sit upon the blended choir

sounds of rushing mighty winds
the elder prophets now do send

the red orange orb embarked
turns now the day to darkest dark

and moonbeams bleed in random flight
their crimson silence in the night

on earth below the gods invoked
spew forth the blood the fire and smoke

and in these days of blackest nights
and nights beset with
radiant light

the children speak in words unknown
and with their visions all is shown

the day of knowledge fully come
the signs from heaven now are done

come sit beside the raging streams
and see the wonders of the ring

come live inside my fettered dream


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Wow. This poem is wonderful!
You constantly surprise and delight, Gypsy.

staceyjwarner said...

fabulous...kind of spooky...

much love


your words do mean so much - thank you trish! i am glad you like!


thanks, stacey - it took a turn somewhere right after the second line and became something else - which is not unusual since i don't always have a fixed anything in my mind - this is one of those - the words just took on a life of their own and led me where they wanted to go! thanks so much for coming over!!

linda said...

what you are doing to emil's work is just not right but that aside---kidding of course ;)

these words really spoke to me today...lovely lovely and very sobering too, love that twisting turning ...


glad you like, linda - yes, i was kind of surprised at how it came out too - sobering - because i hadn't intended that - it just happened as the words grew - wonderful to see you over here, lady! have a glorious day!

Marion said...

Awesome,Gypsy, jut awesome. Thanks for sharing your inspirational words. Blessings!

Deboshree said...

The painting is what caught my attention! Simply amazing! So many colours yet the essence remains intact! Marvellous!

Although the poem starts on a note of impending doom, it changes course and becomes hopeful again!



marion - so glad you enjoyed - thanks for coming by, lady! have a glorious day!


and hello there, lady deboshree!! wonderful to have you come over and leave such an inspiring note! thank you! yes, i do love the image, too - it's an emile nolde whom i've recently re-discovered! [as this blog shows ;) ] his work is brilliant and vibrant and just speaks/screams out to me! i'm hoping my readers won't become bored with all his images but how could anyone? ;) thanks again and have a fabulous day!

Nevine said...

This is simply awesome, Jenean. The rhythm... the rhyme... every word was beautiful and perfectly placed. And the image is such a complementary piece. Just fabulous!



thank you SO much, nevine! you know, sometimes things - words - thoughts - just come together by themselves - i was simply the instrument of the words here - the first two lines i'd had for a while and thought they were headed toward a love poem - but, as you can see, that is not the direction the words took us! ;)

Anonymous said...

Thank you for visiting and how amazing you and Grace.x.


yes, gg, i'm really excited about exploring the connection in detail - thanks so much for coming by!

Rick said...

J-seems like a perfect blend of happenings and it moves at just the right pace for the invite. Love the last line for an ending. ~rick


oh, hi rick! thank you so much for the kind words! hope the hiways and byways are treating you well - and that you travel on sunny days!

Protege said...

To me dreams are everything.;)
I missed some lovely poems, but I am back now.
Have a lovely first spring day,


oh, zuzana, wonderful to see you again - your absence certainly was missed!! see you over at your place - and thanks so much for dropping by!!!

Sniffles and Smiles said...

Oh, Jenean...this has such a wonderful, lyrical quality...and exudes such mystery!! And I feel I have witnessed the work of oracles...something from ancient times! Extraordinary! ~Janine XO


so glad you like, dear janine! it just sort of came out of nowhere - i began the first few words in one direction but then the words themselves took themselves and me toward another destination - funny how words can take on a life of their own - i know you know of what i speak - thanks so much for coming by! love having you over!

The Abbot said...

Lovely poem Jenean.
Your words flow like a mountain stream.


oh, thank you so much, trevor! thank you! i have to say that i do like this one, too! something about it -