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...

Monday, November 7, 2011

tarnished skies...




tarnished skies
and languished lives
line the shelves of
forgotten dreams
and dastardly schemes
grinding down each
tiny tear of hope           
leaving only love’s
raw reflection
of gnawed bone
the skeleton of what was
baring its bleached heart
gleaming now in the light
of the moon

as i sleep

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10 comments:

young-eclectic-encounters said...

You have such a wonderful way with words- such vivid imagery and the photo to go with is perfect
Johnina

Trish said...

Yikes. Include this one in the book. Beautiful.

Glynis said...

I adored this one too. It is so raw and full. I love your writing xo

GYPSYWOMAN said...

greetings johnina - thanks so much for coming by and leaving such nice words - initially, i had a different image here - but it didn't really feel quite "right" - anyway, i remembered this image of a shell detail that i had and it does seem to just be made for the piece - so lovely to have you drop over - thank you!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

LOL, trish - yes, i like this one too - funny story about how it came about - but that's for another time - glad you like, lady! ;)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, hello glynis! your visits are always a treat and i thank you for your kind supportive words, dear lady! wonderful to have you come by!

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

This is searing, my dear.....The images are so clear and go right to the depth of one.

Nancy said...

Wow, you captured the feeling.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thank you so much, dear naomi! just one of those pieces that came from out of the blue - so glad you like!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thanks so much, nancy! like i was saying above, another of those little pieces that i've no idea from whence it came - that 'ole full moon creepin' 'round, i think! ;)