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...

Friday, August 20, 2010

but where are you...

i wanna come home
it’s cold here
and dark
cold and dark
don’t wanna stay
but can’t seem to
find my way
outta here
don’t even know
where here is
here is not there
in the heat
in the light
with you
here i’m alone
here i’m lonely
here is sad
full of despair
here is closed
to all traffic
a cul de sac
dead end street
one way in
no way out
here there are
no spring flowers
only a concrete jungle
of hopelessness
a winter of
weariness
no fireplace to
warm the frigid
walls of life
without you
that surround
the here of here
here the air
is thin
breathin’ hard
heart can hardly beat
here the dark days
are long
the darker nights
longer
here there is no
sunshine
here there is
no warmth
no love
no life
here there is
no you
no us

i wanna
come
home
 

but
where
are
you

12 comments:

Marion said...

Gypsy, what a bittersweet, soulful, heart-rending post! The gypsy in me longs to run to where you are and give you a big dragonfly-princess hug. Sending you love & blessings. xoxo

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

This is a heart wrenching post in so many ways, Gypsy. Sending you light and all over good things.

Warden Files said...

Good god woman, I am in the kitchen cooking up a storm, but surely you knew that?

Nevine said...

Home is where he is, of course. And if he is not there, then that is no home that I know of, right? The longing and pleading and saturation of absence is absolutely enveloping here, Jenean!

Nevine

Sarahlah said...

a winter of
weariness
no fireplace to
warm the frigid
walls of life
without you

Thank you for these lines. They express in a few words for me the sense of not only loneliness but separation and exile from a loved one.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

my dear warden - and surely you know your absence does truly break my own heart, sir! kitchen or not - however, it shall rest easier now knowing 'twas only your bounteous tupperware holding you hostage and the only thing warming your body and soul was your fabulous wood-burning kitchen stove! well, and perhaps that dark red wine and those luscious juicy ripe figs and hot buns i sent you! but never mind all that now - all that matters is the slippery fragrance of vanilla creme wafting this way from your kitchen - yummmmmm.....and what other delicacies might you be stirring and storming up over there, sir?

GYPSYWOMAN said...

what a dear dear friend you are lady marion! thank you so much for the beautiful dragonfly-princess hug! have a glorious day!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and dear trish! don't forget, that dark place is but only ONE place from whence i write!!! :)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

dearest nevine - and still again you define so beautifully and clearly my own heart and words - as if we are one in spirit - and i think surely we must be! thank you!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thank you so much for such kind words, sarahlah! i am humbled by them! wonderful to see you again! thank you so much for coming by! have a glorious day, lady!

Magic of Spice said...

Your words are always amazing, and manage to drive deeply. May I ask if this is your artwork as well? I know that you are a painter, so I am assuming...

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh dear, i see i failed to credit this image in my labels - so sorry - would that it were mine, however, but it is not - it is the work of herbert draper - thank you so much for your kind words, magic!!!