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...

Sunday, September 25, 2011

to the one i left in dover...

it's pourin' rain
deep down in here

dark black rain pourin' down
since you ain't near

pourin' sadness and sorrow
like they ain't no tomorrow

all them tarnished yesterdays
lookin' for somewhere to stay

but they ain't no more room
deep down in here

no they ain't
caus'a all this sicken'n fear

this heart'a mine's
just plumb runnin' over

since i done left you
up there in dover

yeah it's pourin' rain
deep down in here

'cause you ain't nev'a
no more
my dear


karena said...

Partin' way is always hard...when loves involved. xo Hugs...

trish said...

You're back!! And I love this one. The partin' of ways, as Karena says. Grrr.

weird wv here: nones!

Steppenwolf said...

Dark, but beautiful Gypsywoman - not unlike it's author. Bravo.


yes, the sweet sweet sorrow of parting - wonderful to have you come visit, karen! i'll be over your way once things settle a bit with this move! ;)


yes, grrrrrrr.........to parting! i was in dover within a day or so of writing this - so the parting was more than on my mind -


and there you are, old friend! am so very happy to have you come by and i thank you for such sweet kind words, sir! thank you! have a glorious day and do come again soon - you are missed!

trish said...

Move done??

Roger Gauthier said...

Triste et sombre... Mais est-ce bien là ce que tu es, la Gitane ?

Douvres (Dover)... Douvres au Delaware ? Douvres au New Hampshire ? Douvvres en France ? Ou le vrai Douvres en Grande Bretagne ?...

Ta poésie se grave aux limites de l'inconscient. :-)



oh, trish - done? would that it were done! still have pieces of mine in the other house - my desk and chests of drawers - hopefully those things will get over this weekend - my desktop still sits in the corner floor - bahhumbug!


c'est vrai que j'ai été à ces endroits sombres et lugubres, mais ils ne définissent pas le tout de moi - une partie seulement de l'endroit où j'ai été et qui n'ont pas oublié - à laquelle il ne Dover importe vraiment, c'est le fait? Cependant, je ne l'aime le bruit des falaises blanches de Douvres - peut-être qu'elle était là - il est tellement merveilleux de vous revoir, cher monsieur - vos mots toujours égayer ma journée -

Sixpence and A Blue Moon said...

Some loves must be left behind. :) Beautiful writing, and the photo is perfect for this beautiful writing. xOx


yes, so true, that some loves must be left behind in the real world but in the heart they remain forever - and when one of those magnificent loves comes along it's so important to be happy for the time had, than sad for the time not had [not an easy task at all - but important for both -

hugs and much love, ladysix!

Asta said...

So sad but beautiful!
The photo is great.
My warmest greetings to you.


how wonderful to have you come by dear asta! lovely to see you and i thank you for such kind words - yes - sad - true - and true blue these words! best back to you and yours, lady! have a wonderful weekend!