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...

Sunday, August 14, 2011

IS IT - my poem set to music! thank you kate!


- A BIRTHDAY "PRESSIE" FROM KATE -
 my heart thanks you
    ~

is it her name
you cry in
silent screams
in your lifeless dreams

her scent
that gives you flight
on crimson wings in the night

is it her laughter
that fills the bottomless hole
dug deep within your poor lost soul
  
her flesh
that burns now your own
through layered shreds of crystal bone

is it her soul
that wraps you gently in the bleak black blue
left behind by an anguished adieu

her spirit
that holds in love the charred remains
of life’s last embers within your veins

is it
is it hers

or
is
it
mine
.
.
.

[post dated august 10, 2011]

8 comments:

BlazngScarlet said...

Such exquisite heartache!
What an awesome 'pressie'!

Brava Kate!

Happy "belated" Birthday to you lovely Gypsywoman! :)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes, brava! brava, kate!!!
[standing, applauding and tossing red roses onto your stage]

this beautiful musical rendition of my poem is done by kate who is a dear blogland friend here [and the daughter of another blogland friend, mapstew] who lives in the land of my irish ancestors - check out KateStewartMusic [ksmstew]over at youtube and her wonderful blog at
http://katenap.wordpress.com/ -

and, again, thank you, kate! you do me proud!!! ;)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes, 'tis kate who more than deserves such accolades, and all my thanks!

and you, blazngscarlet, so wonderful to have you drop by with such kind words and birthday wishes! a girl can never have too many of either! have a glorious day, lady!

Trish said...

Oh, off to listen!

Trish said...

Wow! It's wonderful!!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thanks trish - it's really great to hear how someone else hears your own words - perceives your own thoughts -something i know you encounter constantly -

Zuzana said...

Absolutely stunning combination... What a beautiful gift.;)
xoxo

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes, she did a fantastic interpretation - it's just perfect - wonderful to see you zuzana - especially in the midst of all you've going on and i'm so very happy for you!;)