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...

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

pieces of me...

pieces of me
left behind
wonderin’ now
who’s gonna find
strewn ‘long the highways
and byways of yesterdays

pieces of me
to set free
wonderin’ now
if that’ll ever be
kept under wraps way too long
never singin’ a purty song

pieces of me
still inside
wonderin’ now
if they’ll hide
in that deep dark abyss
or do they even exist



Nevine said...

It's so good to return to blogging to your lush and warm words, Jenean. I've so missed the romantic and tender lilt of your poetry. Oh, those pieces! I have been finding mine, even as they have been eluding me. Thank you for this treasure!



such kind words for which i thank you, nevine! that's how i feel when visiting your place of beautiful words - and those pieces - yes, elusive even as we search and as we sometimes even find!

Ed Pilolla said...

you have a beautiful, natural rhythm with all your pieces. i like the foresight and human wondering about the things to come in the next world while acknowledging the highways in this 'past' one. great stuff.


oh, thanks so much, ed - it's so gratifying when one's words are really "gotten" by another - and thanks so very much for coming by - have a great day -

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

They do exist in your words!


thank you mister cavanaugh - you're right -