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 17, 2011

the crows fly...

the crows fly overhead
dropping dreams upon the dead
crying out to those who pled
do not your feathers shed
for soon to moon you’ll be wed
and in her arms will you bed
with her stars your love is bred

there will be the holy thread
all wound up in shades of red
tracking those whose hearts have fled
leaving circles where they bled
drawn in death’s cold black lead
do not think you’ve misread
listen now to what’s been said

the crows fly overhead
dropping dreams upon the dead

where will you be led?



let me just say that i wrote the words in the last 15 minutes - literally - when i sat down i had no intention no thought of crows let alone of writing about them or of anything else that is contained in these words - however, minutes before i came to blogger, i heard the sound of crows in the wooded lots out my open windows - in that same time, i clicked on a video on youtube and the first image on that video was of two crows sitting on a fence rail - then the words of the first two lines just popped into my head - and i sat a few minutes looking at them trying to figure out what they meant - and then more words came - and 15 minutes later, it is done - it's meaning is whatever it means to you - enjoy!

Kiki aka Victoria said...

Beautiful and powerful..I love when they speak through the soul and sing their song..beautifully done! gorgeous poem!


greetings victoria - thank you so much for the visit and the wonderful comment - yes, how wonderful speaking to us through the soul, singing their song - so glad you came by - and thanks again for the kind words! jenean

Zuzana said...

This brings to mind the setting and feel of the movie "The Crow". The first original one. So evocative, just like your poem.;)


zuzana - i'll have to go back and catch a glimpse now of the original crow - it's been a while - thanks so much for your visit and your words, lady! have a great day!

Trish said...

Wow. This one is powerful, Gypsy. The entire crow image and their esoteric meaning are so perfectly expressed here.


thanks trish - i thought you would like the coming about of this one - a strange morning!

Ed Pilolla said...

i will be led pretty much anywhere their dreams lead me if they speak with your words.


oh, ed, thank you for your words! this is one of those pieces where "they" spoke to me, through me - i had really nothing to do with it all - but my heart thanks you again! ;)

hope all is well with you there!