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...

Thursday, February 24, 2011

the gypsy wakes...


i woke up this mornin'
wantin’ some
soft mellow bliss
some snow white happiness
didn’t wanna hafta dress
with banks of icy drifts
up against my front door
from down at the floor
up to the roof
 yeah, i woke up this mornin'
wantin’ that bad ole’ blizzard
to have come and gone
way ‘fore dawn
leavin’ behind its powdery flakes
like sparklin’ diamonds on a silvery lake

 
but much ta my dismay
i woke up this mornin’
to a dark dreary day

all yucky and gray
rainin’ and rainin’ some more
wet stuff galore

i woke up this mornin’
layin’ here on my blanket of red
dreadin’ gettin’ outta bed
but dreadin’ stayin’ in it

cause you ain’t here
ta hold me near

yeah, i woke up this mornin’
wantin’ some
soft mellow bliss

so come on over now
come on over and
 
gimme
a
little
kiss
.
.
.

8 comments:

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

wonderful emotion in this one. You really nail those yucky days that can change in an instant - with just a little besito!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

gracias, trish!

well, you know, it's true - a little besito can change ANYthing!!!

Sausage Fingers said...

I really like this, thank you.

Nevine said...

Playful and sweet, Jenean! Don't you just hate waking up to a grey morning when you're so looking forward to something else? ;-)

Nevine

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thanks so much, mister fingers - glad you like - we all need a little something fresh and fun on dull overcast days - well, that's how it was here yesterday, anyway! ;)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

you know it, dear nevine! and i'm looking forward to something different every morning!!! ;)

wonderful to see you, lady! hope all is well there!!!

Pam said...

I love reading your posts; the words transport me to a beautiful place, like a dream. God Bless.

gypsywoman said...

thanks so very much, pam - i so appreciate your visits here - and your kind words, lady!!! have a great day!