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 -

THE GYPSYWOMAN WORLD

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, July 26, 2010

the gypsy weeps...

her eyes in midnight velvet
black jet tamed by no man yet

soft breasts of alabaster silk
with skin like soft creamy milk

her hair spread like raven wings
when she speaks the gods do sing

lips all pouty and shimmering wet
she lives and loves without regret

spinning webs in ribbons of light
laid in shadows of darkest night
                  
secrets hid in red red heart
yearning for a love not lived apart

wish she did with all her might
but life alone is her sad plight

and so it is in the forest deep
the heavens sleep

as
the gypsy weeps

9 comments:

GYPSYWOMAN said...

for those not familiar with my "words unspoken" blog, this little verse was posted there a few weeks ago but somehow, it just seemed to want to be here today - enjoy!

Susan Deborah said...

I came here as I saw your picture and lo! how happy I was to stumble here.

You are a great bundle of joy dear Jenean.

Keep it going.

Joy always,
Susan

Marlene said...

what a sad plight for the Gypsy..to not have what she yearns for...I wish her love! :-)

Sarahlah said...

I missed this lovely poem the first time you posted. Glad that you posted it again and I was able to enjoy the opportunity to read it.

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Wonderful. Glad you reposted this. I think I missed it the first time around!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, susan, you and all my other muses here just allow me to dance to your music - with words! :)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, marlene, the gypsy is always happy even in her sadness! always! hugs to you - always so wonderful to see you and i miss you when you're not here!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

sarahlah - me too, glad you got to read this little verse! i know how difficult it is to get around to so many blogs and since i have several, i try to circulate a bit once in a while! glad you enjoyed!!!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hey trish! yes, it's easy to miss something when someone has several blogs like i do - so reposting works well when i think of it! :) thank you!