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

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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...

Saturday, January 7, 2012

the heart of autumn...

like autumn leaves
naked
brittle
and
frail
strewn against their will
by whispers of winter
so too her thoughts of him

lying long dormant
now weave their way
on the winds of time
into her days and nights
days without light
nights without end
without him
leaving her heart
naked
brittle
and
frail
like autumn leaves
.
.
.
[re-posted from words unspoken]

8 comments:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

So sad!

Trish said...

Wow! You have to include this one in the book, Gypsy. Love it.

Anne Frank said...

Days without light, nights without end, without him....it's 4:51 a.m in my country and Im commenting your poem, I perfectly know what you mean. It's beautifull to feel identify in someone else words. Nice blog Gypsywoman ;-)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes, sad perhaps, alex - but think of all those who never had those "moments with him" about which to be later sad! i am one of the lucky few! i have had moments! ;)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

so glad you like, trish - this is one of those just done literally in seconds as i sat watching the winds of winter blow huge mounds of fragile brown leaves around out my window - thank so much for the kind words of support, lady!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hello, anne - so wonderful to have you come by from so far away! ;) and to leave such kind words - yes - it is wonderful to identify in the words of another - and to know that others do in our own words - and i thank you for that - please come again soon - oh, i'm wondering if i missed a translation button over at your blog? where it can be translated into english? ;)

Pat said...

Painfully beautiful.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thanks, pat - ahhh, such is the way of love at times, right?! ;)

but it really is better to have loved and have been loved than not! ;)