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, September 20, 2011

and now?...

 and what of you when she went away
when she slipped from view that cold dark day

did a part of her remain perchance
remnant of your swirling shadow dance

and what of you when she came back not
when she slipped from you in a loose lover’s knot

did a piece of her lodge in your heart
remnant of your mind’s work of art

and what of you now since she’s been gone
when with her she took your brilliant dawn

and what of her since she slipped from sight
when with you she left her beloved night

and what of her since she went away
when from you she left ‘fore judgment day

and what of you
and what of her


that she’s


what of you
what of her


Trish said...

I looked at that image first and thought, yikes, this is going to be a powerful one. And it is! Beautifully done.


thanks so much trish - love this image - it just speaks volumes without words, even -

and then, these words - well, i do wonder - what of him - now -

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

Very Powerful, my dear...And so well said, as always.


hello naomi! how wonderful to see you - was just over at your place again - second helpings on both those magnificent cakes!

thank you for your kind words which mean so much, dear lady! have a great remainder of your california day!

karena said...

I guess I've sort of slipped from view...a bit of a synchro here. hehe
I've missed you...sorry I've been away so long...made the decision to go invite only on my blog...tried to get your email but don't have that set up. If you would still be interested in visiting me could you drop me your email address at earthy104@yahoo.com.
I'll be lost without you


hello there sweetness!! yes you did slip from view, lady! ;)
so glad to see you again - i am considering the same thing with my own blog - there is just so much weird stuff going on lately - in more ways than one - anyway - will send you a note via e-m as you know i want to visit you! hugs -

mapstew said...

Just passin' thru', whistlin' like! :¬)



i know, sweetness - i felt your spirit as it breezed by - whistlin' like! ;)


Anonymous said...

How can we know what's in his mind and heart? We gaze longingly into the hidden secrets in our own minds and hearts and understand that the feelings, the memories cloistered there, are mirrored in a looking glass that we can't see....within him. Yes? Missing you, dear cousin. Hoping you are happy and well. c


here's to "into the looking glass", alice! ;) wonderful to have you come by, dear cousin!

Anonymous said...

So comforting to finally hear from you, dear J. I've been worried. When you move into the silence of the In-Between, I grow concerned and wait for you to emerge again.
These recent entries are poignant; revealing; soul-searing. Words from the Deep that wait to speak.
Beautiful isn't a sufficient adjective, but then, you know what I mean. c


girl, i've been in the in-between all my life and the last life - so no need to fear - i'm always near -just sometimes distracted - and what is love if not soul-searing - and then there is the separation - now, that's some soul-searing, isn't it! thanks so much for leaving words - they are the nourishment of a poet's heart! ;)