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, August 4, 2011


if i look long enough
if i look hard enough
do you think it possible
that i might find
my long lost lovin’ mind
lost to the
ravages of your
mysterious kind

if i look deep enough
and deeper still
might i find love
upon the hard flat sill
that borders the lifescape
of your worn weary heart

if i climb down and down
into the looking glass now
might i be then a
part of your life
a life so lost in the
echos of time
no longer true
nothing makes sense
just a piece of this
cold hard brass

 if i look long enough
if i look deep enough
if i climb down enough

where would i be?


no longer


Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Clever twist!

Jimmy said...

'If' is a small word with very large possibilities. Me, being the dominant male that I am, prefer the word 'when' rather than 'if'.

But then, I'm not a man who is used to hearing the word 'no' very often either.


ah, not clever perhaps as much as the way i see it, alex! but i do thank you for the kind words - wonderful to have you come by - did i mention how much i love your new cover! dynamite!


touche, sir! - but please be assured that your words are taken to heart - yes, such large possibilities carried in that small unseemly word if - here, however, in this fantasy scenario, it is used only for illustrative poetic purposes -

trish said...

neverneverland...no longer me. Haven't we all been there at one time or another?


so true, trish - and some remain - some remain still - but others - well, others hear the chirping of a bird outside their window of sadness and break free - casting off those strangling chains in the bright light of the sun - never returning to neverneverland - ever -

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

I like this very much---though, in truth, when I think of neverneverland I think of the film "Neverland" with Johnny Depp....BUT, I can divorce myself from that and get the depth of meaning of your words...!


but of course, naomi, but of course - THAT neverland - the one you can "visit anytime you like only by believing - just believe!"

however, the neverland of these words takes us to a different place - where, unlike depp's wonderland, in this neverland, in order to "leave" one must believe -

lovely to have you come by - and i'm headed back over to your place now - see you there!

Leah said...

Hello Gypsywoman! I have been reading your words for awhile, and thought I would emerge at last to comment, on this particular poem that struck such a chord with me. Reading your good words, and some comments above, and thinking it over, I will say that I delight in the small ifs, rather than the certainty of the whens, and a well-placed "no" can be a strange sweet promise...as in "not yet"...

BlazngScarlet said...

I can get lost in the possibility of "if", but i'd much rather rejoice in "when"!

I always have such lovely imagery when I read your words.


so wonderful to have you emerge, as you say, leah, and to leave such a thoughtful comment - you are so right about the strange sweet promise of IF - a promise i find tantalizing myself - the lure of the tease of such a promise is more than a bit intriguing i confess - however, there is also something to be said for the when of it all, to me, as well - a little tasty food for thought, your comment, which i so appreciate - have a wonderful weekend and i do hope you'll emerge again soon here at the campfire!


hello there blazngscarlet - yes, certainly a lot to be said for both the thought - and the deed - it's only when the whole thing becomes a game that i must bow out - either something is - or it isn't - for me - know what i mean? that's my leo lioness talkin'! so glad to have you over and hope you'll come back soon - have a great weekend!