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, August 23, 2010

gypsywoman who are you

 i see you here i see you there i see you everywhere
but who are you gypsywoman with sweet words and a pretty smile
your spirit tempts taunts but do i dare 

would you could you be the gentle breeze here today and gone tomorrow 
softly fluttering sooth my aching heart ease my hidden sorrow
* * * * * * *

a gentle breeze i am not  

i am the storm of storms 
a gale force wind
the temptest fierce the raging tsunami taking with it all defenses
sweeping away washing away the debris of yesterday - this life transcend

so do you want to know - to really know - the who and what of me
or would you rather just imagine me on the playground of what if
where your heart of stone is safe and sound from the likes of me this wild banshee


Susan Deborah said...

Jenean, you exhaust all my words. Now I am speechless and wondering what to say.

Love alone :)
~ Susan

Nevine said...

Mm... mm... mm. Like Susan, I am speechless. Wow, Jenean! Let's leave it at that.


Roger Gauthier said...

But who are you really, gypsy woman? Who are you? I read you and read you and read you... and I still don't know.

My heart is so cold. Stones under my feet, I kick them aimlessly. And I still don't know. My heart is unsafe... and cold.

Time is short, woman, so much to do, and I don't know exactly what. So much to do, so many regrets. Did I really live?

A fragile stone, gypsy woman, reading you. Today I could love all women.

From Québec


dear susan, with or without words, you always always DO say just the exactly right thing, for which i am eternally grateful!


dearest nevine! oh, it's just the gypsy in me talking over here! ;)


you know, dear roger, i have said before, i am what you read - that's all - nothing more nothing less - there is no mystery - i think it is perhaps only the cold that surrounds you there in the north that prevents your seeing more clearly - a touch of the sun's bright hot light is what is needed - and to warm your heart - i think there is so little time for us all - for each of us - no matter our circumstance - no matter our life - so little time in the grand scheme of things - and so it is even more imperative to live every moment - every single moment as if it is the only moment we have - because it is - the only one we have - we all wonder where that thing called time goes - where it went - how did we get to today - from just yesterday - your questions are questions we all have - at least i do - i am sorry you are feeling fragile, man from the cold, but perhaps you will find strength here 'round the campfire where it's always warm - i hope so! ;)
and i'm always so happy to read your notes scratched here in the sand! thank you!

Ed Pilolla said...

this is so fun. this is an exotic invitation to know more. storm of storms, wild banshee...i'd love to see more of this woman's country:)

Roger Gauthier said...

I lost the fight of words
Was I so cryptic

I lost the fight of words...

From the North