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...

Saturday, August 6, 2011

silent words...




 

i cannot say aloud the words
that fill my heart
yet rip my soul apart

i cannot say aloud the words
that if i said
would leave us both dissolved instead

i cannot speak
in voices heard my love for you
yet in my silent screams i do

i cannot speak
of life within our stolen time
for we both know you are not mine

14 comments:

Ciccia said...

The unspoken words of the pain of the lover who knows the relationship will not last, very sad. Well written, very realistic. An excellent description of the feelings! Have a nice weekend gypsywoman!

Linda said...

this is so very sad....you almost make me cry..that picture of you is stunning, btw. i am having fits with blogger today but couldn't figure out exactly what's happening with your piece below-aliens? but it did send chills, that is what it's supposed to do i assume so you succeeded, my dear. ;)
XO

GYPSYWOMAN said...

ciao lady! wonderful to have you come by and leave such kind words - those words unspoken sometimes are the ones that speak most loudly - thanks so much - i so enjoy dropping by your fantastic world of italy!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, i was thinking of you earlier linda! meant to get over to your place and then got sidetracked - but so happy you made it here - about this image - some pieces i write, i simply cannot see an image other than my own with the words - this is one of those and i thank you for your comment - about the piece below, i'm sure it does mean different things to different people - and i'm not always clear on the meaning of pieces myself at times - the words simply speak - and i write them down - perhaps those who come are but a part of ourselves - a higher spiritual part of us - our spiritual development growing and becoming primary rather than secondary - but, girl, sometimes i simply cannot say! ;) hugs, lovelylinda!

Cole said...

I hate that I have had these feelings once before, but I have. Content now, but in the deep corners of my mind, I have heard your poem in my own voice. Beautifully written.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, so glad to see you, cole! have wondered of you lately! you know, about having had these feelings before, having them now, actually, i cannot say that i am unhappy at all - rather i am thrilled because these kinds of real feelings come to so few - feelings of this depth and especially those which are reciprocated [unreciprocated another story] are such a beautiful gift - but i do know what you mean - and it is good you have found a good place now - so great to see you, lady!

Cole said...

So sorry to be away so long. I hope you know I love your writing! I have just been so swept up with the kids and summer vacation things. It has been hard to do any real writing of my own, except one post I put on Nancy's blog. Other than that I can't seem to find the time to be at the computer very long. Even now I have to go, the kids are out and I have major cleaning to do for an overnight guest which will be here soon. One week to go before school starts again, Yahoo! Of course it will be sad to see my little monkeys go, but YAHOOO! To have a few moments of stillness.

I will be stopping over more often. Much love your way! :)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hey again, cole! listen, no apologies needed at all - that's how it is for everyone at one time or another - me, included - i have a 5yr old grandson and an 8yr old granddaughter spending summer days with me till school so i know all about it - and girl, try writing a deeply passionate ANYthing with a 5yr old tugging at your knee - i know you know what i mean! ;)
so just come on over when you can - oh, and i loved your new mexico photos on the other blog - have a great visit with your guest - later -

Trish said...

Gorgeous! And I love this photo, Gypsy.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, thank you so much, trish - about the photo - it is a detail from a proof sheet i had - the proof sheets begin to break apart or something after a while once they're downloaded [as you can see here] but i the shades and mouth were just what i wanted - see no evil see no love speak no evil speak no love thing - and then, the kind of faded but textured look, i cropped and enlarged to get this look - anyway, many thanks!

Anonymous said...

Oh but Gypsy, in his heart of hearts and in his soul of souls, he IS yours! As we journey across the chasms of Time and Space we must occasionally separate from the one who is cloistered in that hidden corner of us; from the one who completes us and who makes us Whole, because we must occasionally be with others. But even then, his heart and his soul are yours, loaned just temporarily to someone else. He will Come Home again. This we know. Yes? Yes! Dear Cousin, look at this WV:
"nesti". How appropriate. Nest I.
Again, yes. cj

GYPSYWOMAN said...

my heart and spirit take comfort in those your sweet thoughts, cj - you said it so perfectly and from a place of truth and beauty - and in my heart's home i know this to be true - but that part of me that is no longer whole yearns so for the wholeness and for the homecoming! thank you for your words - and the wv is fantastic!

Anonymous said...

I do so know that sense of emptiness and vacant void. That bleak black hole that once was filled with light, even within the awareness that it could not be and was not to be....until Tomorrow when we awaken in another Time and Place and Space and his presence finds its way back where it belongs. I, like you, await. Impatient. Hungry. Reaching. KNOWING.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes, waiting - hungrily - and on hold - waiting -