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...

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

blue velvet dreams...

i wonder of you
when you are not here
with me near me

when you are
not to be found
to be seen

i wonder of you
on those nights
in the darkness
of my own devices


when there is no
light seeping through
the blue black velvet
of my thoughts of you

no beacon of life
to show me the way
to help me till the light of day

no gentle caress upon my breast
no sheltering from the storm
of sleepless nights without your cradling softness

i wonder of you
of where you are
with whom you share yourself
those nights
when you are not here
with me near me

when the blackness round
rushes into my dreams
like melted licorice sticks
smoldering there till
light of morn

i wonder of you

of where you are
if the other misses you
when you are here
as much as i miss you
when you are there

if she thinks of you
when you are here
as i think of you
when you are not

if her thoughts twist
into turmoil in your
absence as mine do

if her heart sings
in exaltation of your
presence as mine does

if her dreams
drift in waves
of blue velvet
when you are near

as mine do

i wonder of you



Anonymous said...

Whew. What a powerful piece this is, Gypsy.

Anonymous said...

Tried to listen, something wrong with my speakers. Yikes. Want to hear you reading this.


oh, darn it, trish!!! can't believe you didn't get to hear! but i've tested it this morning and it's working from my end so i hope you're able to get it from your end!! thanks for the words and visit!!!

Deb Kirkeeide said...

I've tried to listen too - the audio is barely there and I've turned up my speakers all the way. And I've tried on 3 different computers. :(

Nancy said...

Beautiful poetry.


oh, dear heavens, deb!!! and when i play it here, it all works perfectly - sound is just right - everything as it should be - well, now, to find a real "IT" person who can find the issue - am so so sorry! how horrible! and thanks so very much for trying!


thanks so much nancy - but were you able to hear the audio? so far, everyone is having trouble and can't hear it but it's working fine from this end - i'm calling someone to troubleshoot for me!

Magic of Spice said...

I could not get the audio, but the poem is magnificent!

Anonymous said...

The audio still doesn't work for me! But I sure do love this poem.

Sixpence and A Blue Moon said...

Girl, I think we come from the same bolt of cloth.:) I feel every word written and so (beautifully) spoken - as I know this all too well. I just thinking something is wrong when one person hurts so badly, when the other has moved on. Truly, I don't think we are ever the same, or that we can be. We're like a broken vase, "maybe" we can be put back together, but we have cracks and are so very fragile. I'll never understand "love". I love hearing you read your poetry, it gives it life.
I was just now able to get on your page, this morning when I tried, it would freeze up. Really awesome that you are doing this.
And, thank you very much for your lovely visits to my blog and the wonderful footprints you leave.
You are a beautiful woman and soul, that I truly connect to.

Just_because_today said...

the love of one shared by two, not the best place to be. Always a comparison. Always unfulfilled.

mapstew said...

Beautiful words.
Beautiful voice. :¬)



oh, so great to have you come by again, magic! you know, i am SO NOT an IT person and was so proud to get this audio up and going [well, at least, it goes from MY end] but the point is to have it going at YOUR end! i'm working on it still at divshare - but unfortunately, my time is sporadic with other things going on - in any event, thanks so very much for coming by, dear lady!


oh, darn it trish!!! i'm working on it so please don't give up!!! ;;)


six - yes, and i so relate to your words here - beautiful vessels with a smattering of little cracks - each one giving us our individual character - maybe? - when i left the relationship i was in, i know that i shall never forget the look in his eyes - never ever - ever - when i told him i was leaving - he was standing very close to me and i whispered the words - he didn't hear them at first and so i repeated what i said - that i had to go - and his body just physically recoiled - and then he was standing with his arms crossed defensively across his chest/his heart i think, actually - and he looked at me in a way i never want to see again - pure unadulterated pain - no one has ever looked at me in that way before - or since - his eyes haunt my heart and always will - they follow me even into my sleep - and so, several years later, here i am, absorbed by him still - having tried every conceivable thing i know to cleanse my soul but to no avail - but i digress - anyway, my blog "words unspoken" is dedicated to him -


so true, not a good place, just because! thanks so much for coming by again!


so glad you came by, mister musicman! thank you for your kind words - see you over at your place - hope all is well in your world! ;)


Cole said...

Oh Gypsy, I failed you! I am sorry, I wasn't able to get my act together and figure out the audio thing for you. But I am glad to see you are in the process of installing it on your blog. Hang in there, you will figure out what is wrong. I can't hear it either, and I really want to!!!

Time to get the grandchildren over. They are so good at figuring this stuff out as you said once before. LOL

Hey just to let you know, I know it is in its early stages but I went off in a completely different direction from my mysticism and created a new blog. I wanted to try my hand at being funny and candid about turning 40, which I will this July. If you have a moment check it out. You can see the title on my profile page. Without my blog friends knowing where I am at I feel displaced. Ha!

Good luck with the audio bar. I will pop back in again to see if it has been fixed. Can't wait!


oh, hello there lady!! how wonderful to have you back!! and now, a new blog, to boot!!! yay!!! and you know i'll be over asap - and yes, i'm still struggling with this silly thing but i'm determined!!! i just do not have being an IT person listed as any career goal or objective!!! ;)

and you're so right about the grandkids - but this even has my little teenaged guru stumped!! :)