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...

Thursday, January 6, 2011

the call of the wild...

the call of the wanton wild            
echoes from the little child        
even the gods by her beguiled
keeper of the key to all is she
she flies the cosmos in utter glee        
for only she knows what will be        
this little child this child banshee

the steed of atonement does she ride
while under his hoofs worlds collide
and from his tongue the dead now cry
their pleas for mercy all denied
as prophets do in her confide

broken branches of peace once spoke    
now devoured in crimson smoke
from in her hand with firey stroke
or can it be the demons woke
there is no hiding under cloak

riddles ride the aeolian winds    
spreading ashes of those who sinned     
too late now their acts to defend
no more time their lives to mend
for unto them her wrath descends

ancient answers wing their way 
eleusinian mysteries be their stay
to live again carved in clay
if only they knew how to pray
but charred remains color their days

voices trickling from the past
homeric hyms spun in glass
this and more the child forecast
she was the first and is the last

this little child born of the wild
whose virgin birth they did defile
and now pay all who did her rile

this little child
a re-post that just seemed to fit today - enjoy!


cassini said...

excelete trabajo ! me encanta amiga !

Un abrazo

Deboshree said...

Dear lord! It's been so long my friend! I've missed coming by your place for so long.

Your writing once again gives me a sense of peace and wonder which I seemed to have lost for sometime.

A very happy new year sweet Jeanine. God bless you.

Much love,


ooh, dear deboshree!!! so there you are!!! and just where have you been and what have you been doing? how is your dancing going? details, lady!!! details! so wonderful to have you drop by and leave such kind words! thank you - and do come back soon! namaste' - jenean


cassini - muchas gracias por las amables palabras, querido amigo - Espero que vuelva pronto! tener un día glorioso!

Anonymous said...

Thank you for stopping by hope this is a wonderful New Year for you.x.


wonderful to see you again - so glad to have you come by here, too, gg!

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Perfect poem for the second week of the new year! Love this image, too.

Nevine said...

What a worldly and lush piece of writing, Jenean! This is definitely suitable for this time, I do agree with Trish. It resonates so perfectly!



you know, trish, while i love rousseau's work - all of it - this is one of two that are my all time faves of his - it just speaks to my heart - i cannot imagine any other image more perfect for these words! and with this new year, we do need to listen to the ancient ones, the innocent ones, don't we?


thank you dear nevine! worldly and lush words! what a beautiful homage you pay me!!! this was another of those pieces that just literally spoke themselves, using my fingers as their voice here -