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...

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

indigo love...


feather quill dipped
in the ink well of my soul
seeking searching 
for my liquid holy grail
deeper and deeper
riding the waves of
indigo swirls
touches of thoughts
coming up now
clinging to the long
hard shaft in your
heart held hand
hold the tip
ever so close
making your mark
till i weep
songs of love

on
your
parchment
sheet
~

16 comments:

linda said...

so passionate, reading between the lines on the parchment...... ;) ♥

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thank you lovelylinda for the kind words! wonderful to have you come by - hope all is well in your world! ;)

Sixpence and A Blue Moon said...

The deep aching that only ones soul can know. Sometimes the pain is so intense that even I can't find my way through the deep, black swirls of pain.

Another beautiful and insightful piece.

xOx

GYPSYWOMAN said...

the sorrow of the soul swirling in that deep black abyss - sometimes the only thing to do is just to absorb - the pain - until it's all gone -

Dulce said...

ah that ending , you lady. Love it, and the picture is perfect too!
:-)
xoxo

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

Very Very Powerful! You paint such incredible pictures with your words.....!

Trish said...

Beautiful.

Pat said...

Such yearning.
The words take on a life of their own.

Jayne said...

Pain but yet, hope, beautifully expressed. Lovely, lovely poem.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hello there dulce! always great to have you come by - thank you for your words here, lady! glad you enjoyed!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

greetings, naomi! thank you so much for your kind words! i so enjoyed your wonderful luncheon post!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, trish, thank you so much!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

a bit of yearning for sure, pat - a lot, actually, truth be told -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

always always hope, jayne - always! thanks so much for coming by, lady!

Kimberly Kaye said...

condensed silk, slightly stained. I like your poems when they are free like this, released from the verse and rhyme

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and i, kimberly kaye, love your comments! which in and of themselves are very poetic! ;)