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...

Sunday, December 26, 2010

all i wanna do...

the open road called my name
will nothin' ever be the same

as when i first saw you
my heart thrown all askew

the words hide deep down inside
waitin' wantin' to open wide

but all i wanna do
is reach out and touch you

just touch

all i wanna do


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Wonderful! This image is so fitting.


thanks so much trish - my selection of hands reaching out images is really limited - but i've always loved this detail i enlarged of henner's piece -

linda said...

gorgeous, my friend, as always, the painting is over the top but they always are so ... your words made me think of your travels and wonder...i have a very fertile imagination i suppose but your words do add a bit of fuel ... and spiciness :) xoxoxx

Susan Deborah said...

The picture is just fitting. Subtle and soft. This message can be read through different layers but each one is richer than the last.

Joy always,


oh, lovelylinda! a fertile imagination - YOU??? now, there's a surprise, my dear!!! ;) you just go ahead and use that fertile imagination here, and maybe, just maybe, you'll get close!!! ;) thank you so much for your always "spicy" visits yourself, dear friend!!!


greetings dear susan! yes, this detail of the work of henner is one of my all time favorites that i've "detailed" - very unusual, i think - and it did seem just perfect for these words, although i've used the image at least once before - i thank you for your visit and your always kind words, dear friend! namaste'

Nevine said...

OH, touch! It is the most felt of senses, isn't it? It is the most SENSED of senses... let us just say that. What more is there to say after your words... they have said it all!



ah, yes, nevine - the touch - can't decide which is more - the touch - or - the "look" - both delicioso!!! and what else is there?? ;)

Anonymous said...

beautiful poem.


thank you so much for your visit and the kind words, andrea - and for following along my little caravan here - so glad you enjoyed - please come again soon!

by the way, since you seem to like poetry [i visited your blog, too! ;) ], be sure to check out "on words unspoken", my poetry blog -