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...

Monday, October 24, 2011

but now...

could you not see what i could see
each time we met in secrecy
could you not feel the children's fears
each time we held each other dear
'tis not your fault
i entered knowingly into our vault
i entered willingly i cannot me exalt
but when i knew
t'would not be you
to say no more
it was i
who shut the door
forever more
what else
was i to do
i miss you


Butternut Squash said...

How sad. What a strange concept, forbidden love. Love is something I would think should always be allowed.

trish said...

This is an eerie image that fits this haunting piece, Gypsy. When I first saw the image, I thought, wow, this is like one of your dreams or visions from another life. Beautiful, spooky.


unless, butternut, unless one is bound to another - and then...and then, the other writes poetry such as this -


isn't this a mesmerizing image, trish - haunting - and beautiful - look at the eyes of these children - actually, for me, an image from this life - it was the mental image similar to this that allowed me to walk away - and it is the same image that keeps me from returning - so - i write instead -

Spider said...

such a heavy burden, missing someone you love and the moments spent together! beautiful and nostalgic writting my dear Jenean! xoxo


a heavy burden, so true - but so worth every stolen moment! lovely to have you come by, spider!!! thank you - xxx

Anonymous said...

The children, dear Cousin. The children. Yes. Always for their precious sakes and in the name of our love for them we must sacrifice that which might otherwise be bliss for US.
BTW, I am missing you and our emails. So much going on in our parallel lives. Never doubt I'm sending you thoughts and love. Look at this WV: "amica" cj


yes, dear cj, the children - the innocents - i could not bear hurting them - or my own children and their children - it was an explosion waiting to happen - there were times - many many times when all i thought of was the headlines of it all - literally - and i could not bear the thought - but i cannot bear his absence either -

i think of you, too, cousin - soon my mind will clear i hope! and my energies return! much love - j