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, October 18, 2010

thy will be done...


autumn comes
thy will be done
lifeless leaves loose their grip
falling now for that final trip
swept to the shore by whispers of dreams
float away in swirls blue and green
soft subtle shadows rush to the night
calling your name in love's lost light
and so many memories of you
what am i to do
 autumn comes

8 comments:

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Oh, I like this very much. Well written.


Melanie

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Beautiful! This image is unusual, surreal, dreamlike. Fits the poem perfectly.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

words of change and more change - but with love, oh, the heart dares not think of change -

thank you melanie!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

i found this image somewhere on the net and blew it up and then took a small detail and blew it up - and there it is - i agree, it seemed perfect for these words - thanks, trish!

Nevine said...

A lovely tribute to the changing of seasons... and of life... and to the eternal fire of unrequited love. You are back, Jenean! And it is so delicious to be licked by the flame of your burning words. Welcome Home!!!

Nevine

linda said...

this is lovely jenean and welcome home, i've missed you...hoping all is well in your world.
xo

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, dearest nevine! your words do humble me so! and i thank you for them! i'll see you soon at your house of words divine, lady!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and lovely linda! how wonderful to be welcomed by you so soon! have thought of you and do hope your world treats you gently!!!