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...

Thursday, October 6, 2011

these rags...


let me shed
these threadbare rags
the clothes of convention
wardrobe of society      
ecclesiastical attire
the dirty laundry of
women like me
of women
of me
of ME

these garments
that encumber me so
that stifle and stigmatize
that suffocate my soul
suffer me so
suffer my heart
rip them from my body
strip them away from the meat of my bones
tear them from my pure white flesh
the touch of them igniting burning branding
the texture of my thoughts

then throw them back
from whence they came
from whence they were sent
into the cesspools
of their own making
they have designed their own demise
and will inherit their own destruction
in their own way and in their own time

and i
i shall dress
i shall dress me
in the fabric of my imagination
the tapestry of tangible visions
woven from the heartstrings
of mine own spirit
i shall wear frocks of silken silence
shaped by voices unheard
sewn with the threads of
my heart’s love
dressing or not dressing
in my own way and in my own time

and i
i shall live  
i shall live by the dictates
of mine own heart
by the requisites of
love that guides me
bears me with its beauty
with its truth
upholding that which is good
which bears no evil
which loves for loves sake alone
giving all to love for love
asking nothing in return
loving as i go
in my own way and in my own time

and i
i shall love
i shall love you


YOU

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12 comments:

Marion said...

What a beautiful post, gypsy. Thank for your sharing it. I always love the art your share, too. xo

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, marion, thank you very much - i know i keep saying how terribly remiss i am in getting around to other blogs i love - yours being one of course - and i am - still - and my heart thanks you for your sweet faithfulness here even in my own absence there at your beautiful blog! thank you! hugs -

Dulce said...

These rags stay - when love is so intense my dear friend
Great piece as always!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

greetings, dulce! you know, love, true love, is always always this intense and more! ;)

thank you so much - hugs -

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Let no one else make YOU.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, some have tried, for sure, alex - but all have failed!

lovely to have you drop by, as always - thanks very much!

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

WOW! Another winner, my dear....The intensity of your poetry is amazing!

And, By The Way: I have a NEW Post up...Finally...lol!

Trish said...

I love this poem, Gypsy. It's beautiful and genuine and as usual, the image is perfect!

Trish said...

PS Never try to change a Leo!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thanks so much naomi! about intensity - listen, i came into this world a leo, firstly - i also came into this world black - yes, black - my daddy used to tell me i was the color of the black penny that was minted the year i was born [and only that year] - had to be resuscitated with dunking into cold/hot water - born with the cord wrapped 'round my neck several times - if that weren't enough, according to notes in my babybook, at the exact time of my birth, there was a choral group in the hospital - the song they sang: when the roll is called up yonder - and the final note - i was born on a wednesday - you know the day - wednesday's child is full of woe - or so it is said - and after that, my life became more dramatic - so about intensity, actually, what you all see here is very understated and tame - mild, by comparison to reality, i assure you - gee, where did i come from with all that?! so sorry to have so digressed, dear lady - in any event, i accept your kind kind comments with much humility and gratitude! ;)

oh, i was over at your place very late last night and read your wonderful new post! but i was so exhausted by that hour that i simply couldn't respond then - so am headed back to the hills momentarily! a great post - and i ditto every single word! right on!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thanks so much, trish - another one from days gone by and another that reminds me of nica - of course -

after having spent a great part of my life with every important person in my life attempting to "change" me - one day i had just had enough - literally - remember the day i've told you about? - i was 23 - and could not remember the last time i'd felt the warmth of the sun or heard the chirping of birds? - well, that was the turning point for me - that and the nde which came very close to that day - from then on, all bets were off - and remain off! and the one person in my life who totally unconditionally took me - the me of me - and acted on it, risking all to be with me - well, he lives over at words unspoken - with my heart -

linda said...

i loved this one...it's very romantic in your gypsy way you have with words :)

i had to click and click to get here and then found the comment pop-up in back of your blog's screen...blogger is really hitting a new low recently...sighs...xoxoxoxo