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...

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

from fields of corn...

her pregnant gut she chose to hide
until the day ordained to die
when all the earth did open wide
and let them out from deep inside

then those with wings who just were born
when from her deep dark womb were torn
did rise at last from fields of corn
to summon forth a new day’s morn

the waters rose and washed away
the hearts of those who could not stay
who with their deeds did dark the days
and prayers alone could not them save


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Awesome. You've captured something really profound here.


oh, thanks so much, trish! don't know about profound but it again was just the words writing themselves - i just held the pen -

Anonymous said...

Wonderful, unique insights in those few powerful words, Gypsy. Let those who have eyes, see; let those who have ears, hear.....


thanks, cjc - you know, i didn't really realize what all these words were saying until after i'd posted them - there is the reference to corn fields and all of a sudden it connected with me that corn is viewed as a viable alternative fuel source - to name but one little thing - anyway, thanks so much for coming by, lady!