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, February 10, 2011

keepsakes of a gypsywoman...

things kept
things covered up
keeping things

one of a kind
trinkets of time
trinkets of mine
now just a shrine

once tucked away
not to be seen by the light of day

things i kept
as i wept

pieces of mine
pieces of time

threadbare thoughts
kept for naught

a ring of love left unworn
lives apart shredded and torn

a string of words left unsaid
love unlived left for dead

a strand of memory left unfilled
might as well have all been killed

things i keep
while i still weep

these are the keeping things
things covered up

for my heart’s sake...


Linda said...

such beautiful wistful words to go with this lovely wistful picture...xoxo

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Your talent and ability to speak what's in your heart continue to astonish me.


greetings, dear linda! so great to have you come by - yes, what more beautiful image than one of waterhouse's? all of his women have such beautifully expressive faces i think - and wistful fits this woman perfectly i think! hope all is well with you and yours there in beautiful californiacountry! ;)


and i am always so humbled by your kind words trish - it's true that i do write what is in my heart but it's really my heart that says it all - and all the voices that live there - in my heart! ;)

ED BULEY said...

BINDLE, BAG, OUTFIT, KIT, SUITCASE, GEAR or BOX... how do you carry your stuff?
Imagine carrying your kitchen pots in a box while panning for rides out on the highway or holding a suitcase, while standing on the side of the road in the rain. People look lost, hitch-hiking with a box and a suitcase is "attirely" out of place. Most hitch-hikers don't even own a suit. When you're hitch-hiking, military garb is good gear to grab but unless you're the real deal, don't over do it.
I carried all of my belongings in a knapsack that I purchased from an army surplus store. The Viet Nam War era piece was contoured and not boxy. Most of all, it was G.I. tough and waterproof. It had a single compartment in the main section and small outer compartments that had rain flaps over the zippers. Yes, I did often wonder about the soldier that wore it, before me. However, riding around the USA, for ten glorious years, on the back of a harmless transient, who was traveling via "SHOE LEATHER EXPRESS", was a noble retirement for the foot soldier's knapsack.

Anonymous said...

I love the word play. So cool.

Calli said...

Oh, I agree with Andrea above, LOVE the wordplay on this piece.

Lovely and yes there are certain keepsakes meant to keep.



i love wordplay too, andrea - in poetry, in everyday life ;)

thanks so much for coming by and leaving such kind words!


well, calli, the thing called love surely does have its own universal language, does it not? - and wordplay, one of my favorite things - i have always loved "words" - written words - words spoken - words unspoken - as here -