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...

Thursday, October 13, 2011

wishin' and wonderin'...

wish night could be
more time left
just for me
but time is measured
in loveless theft

wish i could remember words
letters of thought just before sleep
but they fly away on the wings of birds
leavin’ me empty and nothing to keep

seems as if
those are always the ones
thoughts most wanted
thoughts most wise
words most prized
when day is done
for those i search
but i cannot rise
sad there's no notepad
for my mind
sneak back onto land
and into dreams
where all is known
and many kinds
all held safe
in golden moonbeams

readin’ my words
of wants last written
wishin’ i knew with what
i am smitten
 dangerous readin'
of dangerous thoughts
wishin’ i knew if all for naught
thoughts showin’ me as i wanna be
wishin’ i knew what really is key
danger in placin’ too much weight
wonderin’ if it’s only his foolish bait
such words such thoughts such dreams
wonderin’ if anyone hears my screams


Trish said...

Floored. It's beautiful.


oh, thank you so much, trish - as i said in FB i had forgotten this one as i'd put it in a different folder - kind of a weird piece in its way! ;)

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

I am not sure I get this one, my dear. I might have to read it quite a few times and I'm not sure I will get it then....Sorry about that. It feels too complicated for my little mind...!


oh, not to fret, dear naomi! when i look back upon it, i wonder of it a bit myself - i remember the night - early morn actually - that i wrote it - a weird frame of mind i was in for sure - it was in the midst of contemplating whether or not i would allow a particular relationship to continue - wandering lost in that process [as is plain in this verse]! ;)

linda said...

i hate comment mod...but understand after all the probs....and unfortunately tho i wish it were so, i cannot restore those missing words...perhaps a notepad by the bed?? :) much love xoxoxo


yes, i dislike having to have comment mod, too - really dislike it - but it's a necessary evil for the moment, dear lady! yes, perhaps a notepad by the bed, just the ticket! thanks so much for coming by dear friend! much love back - xoxoxo

MaGold - The Expressionist said...

overwhelming, thanks
the poem is a part of you


how wonderful to have you come by and leave such kind words, rainer - my heart thanks you! have a glorious remainder of the day there!

Spider said...

I've read this beautiful piece so many times, not that i didnt understand it , is just you expressed so well the feelings of blurry desire and inner bustle, of memories which are pillows for our heart and no matter on what side of the bed we chose to remain ,these thoughts will "haunt" us sometimes with confusion, sometimes with ache, sometimes with regret but many times with love.. and in the end they will remain in that corner of the soul made as a gallery in the passing years....

i really love it, very deep! xoxox

PS:hope my comment has any meaning :-)


it's always so wonderful when someone gets - really gets - what one says - although i do think that poetry is always, like any other thing of beauty, in the eye of the beholder - that beholder giving the piece his/her own meaning - but every once in a while, someone else knows exactly what the piece says to its author - and that's a magical moment - thanks so much dear spider! so happy to see you - have a glorious day! xxx