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, September 15, 2011

a different place...

she comes from a different place

the mask of time leaves not her face

tears of crimson leave their mark

her heart beats to the tune of dark

into the shadow world she walks

her refuge now the cry of the hawk


she goes to a different place



Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Has a cool song rhythm to it!

the wild magnolia said...

We all wander, at one time or another, in the different place.


Kimberly Kaye said...

such an ache...I wait until the clouds clear to read your happy, spinning, dancing words

Trish said...

The rhythm begs for music accompaniment!


it does have a certain rhythm, doesn't it! know any musicians who'd be interested? hook me up, alex!


yes we do, magnolia - and some of us long to stay there! ~sigh~


oh, thank you so very very much - i am so humbled as i am so taken with your own work!!


sometimes trish i feel and hear that rhythm as i'm doing a piece - and this actually is one of those!

Trish said...

We need a musician here.


that's what i'm sayin'!!! ;)