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...

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

and so it grows...

 and so it is
the cycle reclaims
its past and future
repeating reduplicating recapitulating
the fallen heroes submit
in crimson veneration
rendering resigning reconciling
their mother trunk
deprived once more

robbed raped ravaged
with barren branches
limbs and stems

requiem reposes remains 
defoliation complete
at autumnal equinox 
regrowth renewed rebirth 
and so it grows


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Love it! And this image is compelling!!

Cole said...

Very textural, strong words. Very nice!

Pop over to Mystic when you have a chance. I did some different things with a new look too. Hoping to gain more attention to the blog. I am wondering how it is perceived. I value your opinion.

Thank you my friend.

WV: bevenest /Be honest? LOL

Roger Gauthier said...

Dear Jenean,

You will excuse me for not commenting today, I do not have the time. I'm reading a poet I did not know, a friend's friend I should've known.

I will send you a couple of links by email. This is tremendous and tears me apart. He is writing about Life, things we know obviously, but... Well, you will see.

Love (as you Americans say...),



thanks so much trish - yes, i thought this image said it all -


oh, there you are, cole! so wonderful to see you, lady! and i'm remiss in making my rounds so please do forgive - life having gotten in the way here! will be over asap - can't wait to see!!! ;)


but of course, roger, do go and read your poetry - and i sit with bated breath awaiting your note! have a glorious day there in the land of the cold! ;)