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...

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

ghost towns...

in days that long since lost their prime
layer on layer of deceitful grime
left their hearts tarnished by better times

all hung out to bleach in the desert winds 
ripped and torn unable to mend
rusty nails shred memories to the end


lives now just barren ghost towns
where light and love once abound
ain't nothin' left to be found
on this infertile wretched ground

can't even the gods revive
neither'a them wasted lives
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12 comments:

Trish said...

Whew. I need to read this one again. And again. Beautifully written, Gypsy.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, trish, just love unlived unfulfilled - wasted lives barren now without each other -

Ed Pilolla said...

ashes to ashes. death is part of the circle of life, and i love how you write so artfully about the barren places in all of our worlds.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

as always, ed, your kind words are so appreciated! thank you -

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

That photograph illustrates so wonderfully everything you wrote in this poem..The desolation and barreness of the desert just rings so true with your metaphorical words.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

i love this image, too, naomi - notwithstanding how i love the southwest anyway - there is such beauty in the "rawness" of it - in the purity of it - the honesty of the land - thanks so much for coming by and leaving such kind words!

Pat said...

Yes - as ever - a perfect match twixt words and images.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thanks much, pat!

Roger Gauthier said...

ain't nothin' left to be found
on this infertile wretched ground


Not much left indeed. Not much more to say either. My own life is slowly becoming a barren ground, and I am muting into a heartless father.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

dear roger - i think we all go through times of barren-ness, don't we? times of infertility, emptiness - and then, spring, in some physical and/or spiritual form or other form finds its way into our hearts and we once more breathe with life - and hope and promise - of more - and with that our empty hearts are filled - and we become heart-full, no longer heart-less - or so i like to think...

Carlos Ponce-Melendez said...

I enjoy your writings. New ways to see the world, new ways to enjoy my life. Thank you.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

greetings carlos - you are so welcome and thanks very much for coming by - it's very humbling to know that my words might impact even in the smallest way in someone else's world...please do drop by any time at all - peace - j