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...

Saturday, September 10, 2011


she had become homesick
for something quite unknown
something unfamiliar
something she seemed to have known
to have felt to have been
some other time some other place
but when or where remained a mystery to her
what or who it was she could not remember
an agnogenic condition for sure
but homesick she stayed
and so it was that her nostalgia grew
as did her yearning for that something missing
not complete not whole she could not quite grasp
sadness coupled with longing soon turned to despair
longing for a thing she could not even name
despair for a thing unknown
the more she tried to remember to surrender
to the mist of her now-faded memory
the more embattled her soul
as if some stranger some trespasser
a foreign interloper had quietly and stealthily sneaked
into the deepest recesses of her self
and plucked and plundered till there was no more remaining
no more indeed not even a drop
of what was of what had been of what should still be
that obscure something for which her melancholy grew
and which soon twisted into a weariness begging for resignation
resigning herself to lost recollection to lost recognition

nothing could salvage what was not there
nothing short of divination
and so in her abject morbid meditation
as she sat staring

into the nothingness of her days
something caught her eye
an illusion almost
an image a manifestation
of something but of what
what was it that she saw there
staring back at her from the other side
slowly ever so slowly she began to see what was
it began to take shape

to become
that something she could not name
began to blossom to grow to regenerate
the skeletal pieces came together
blanketed by a soft pink tint
under which she could feel
slowly but surely beating
her heart
she glanced furtively upward

directly into the eyes of
of that something she was missing
that she had almost forgotten
that she had nearly lost
the eyes of her

and then she saw not just the pieces but the whole image
the thing for which she had become homesick
the thing unknown unfamiliar
it was her -

without him



Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

And how many experience that without ever finding the answer?


far too many, sir - far too many! wonderful of you to drop by - thank you so much!

Nevine said...

Oh, Jenean! I have been soul-searching, these past few days... past few weeks! And how your words echo inside me. And there is that other dimension of her without him... yes... it is such a homesickness... and so difficult to endure! Thank you for the lovely and thought-provoking words. I so revel in them!


Marlene said...

beautifully written!flowed like honey on the page. women lose who they are so easily.. men, children and careers...and they live with that empty feeling..hopefully they find themselves later on in life!


dear nevine - and so infrequently do we recognize - i think - even the possibility of such loss - let alone appreciate the probability of it in some instances - and then, the endurance - you're right - i'm so appreciative of your always comprehensive comments here - and more than thrilled if you've found anything of meaning -


oh, marlene! i love your comment of "flowing like honey on the page"!!! thank you! that empty feeling - oh, yeah - one many of us know now or have known -

BlazngScarlet said...

I took that journey a few years ago.
I was never so happy to find me again!

Your words always manage to resonate deep within.
A kindred spirit I think. =)


always like coming home when we do find ourselves once more - a real coming home in the truest sense - thanks so much blazngscarlet - it's always wonderful to have you come by! - and yes, kindred spirits, for sure!