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...

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

i sat...

that day
you know the day
the day
the day that was

as words
my words
like so many
secretive sperm
spilling out
somehow escaping
the darkest of the dark
caverns of my heart
as they spewed themselves
up and out
into the stratosphere
of love’s sanctity

of us

as they
devoured the light
demolished your world
destroyed your trust

your love for me
i sat
as someone else
somewhere else

and listened
and watched



Trish said...

Yikes! Such raw passion in this one, Gypsy. Wonderful to see you back in the groove!


thanks for the words, trish!

linda adelaide said...

dear gypsy, it's so lovely to see you here again....i hope you are well. this is filled with a passionate plea i hope was given heed?

hoping you will be sticking around. come over and see me at the new digs when you can. i miss you. ♥

Anonymous said...

Jenean. omg. omg. speechless am I. I am undone. Phenomenal. Absolutely undone. Brava! xoxo Glynis


oh, there you are, linda! so wonderful to hear from you - i know how remiss i've been for some time - just dealing with these distractions of reality which seem to take me away - by the way, i clicked on your name link just now but it said that page was not available - ??? - will try again later - have so missed you, too!


dearest glynis - so happy you like this little piece - it was another of those things where i heard or read a phrase and then the words just came pouring out in response - done in about 30 seconds actually and literally - so especially heartwarming to know it touched someone else - thank you for your kind kind words - have a wonderful day!!!

Roger Gauthier said...

Gitane, gitane, tu ne sais le danger de tes mots
Comment se fait-il… mais pourquoi me touchent-ils à ce point? Je scrute la nuit noire et froide, et je ne vois rien.

Rien que le désert, rien que le noir, rien que le désespoir. Mais peut-être sais-tu après tout.


I answered one of your comments with these words:

Hello dear Jenean from far away… I keep looking at the stars, hoping to see yours.

I wish I were in another country. My son and I had a very acrimonious quarrel and I put him out of my life for a very long period of time… I don't see how I can forgive him in the near future. I can't forgive him - but I can blank him out of my mind though. I'm so angry…

Why? Why why why?



cher Roger - Je suis désolé pour votre douleur et la tristesse au sujet de votre fils - il est si difficile parfois de se rappeler à quel point nous ne vraiment aimer nos enfants, peu importe le mal qu'ils peuvent nous causer - Je n'ai pas les réponses - je ne essayer de se rappeler à ces moments-là, cependant, que je ne l'aime mes enfants plus que tout autre chose et c'est tout ce qui est important dans la fin - l'amour - je pense que mal d'un enfant doit être le plus nuisible de toutes parce qu'ils sont nos enfants - i vous souhaite bonne chance avec votre fils, Roger -

Et je suis reconnaissant pour vos paroles bienveillantes, monsieur genre - ils font toujours mes jours de mieux - tu es dans mes pensées -

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

WOW!!! Very powerful, my dear...! I'd love to know the 'backstory' on this....! Beautifully written in every way.


how wonderful to have you drop by dear naomi! and to leave such kind words - in terms of the "backstory" i'm afraid it is only that which you read - with love, to protect the one we love, we sometimes must do things that rip our hearts apart - and their heart -

A Plain Observer said...

Desillusion is what I read. Wonderfully expressed

Pat said...

The silent screams are the worst.


among other things, i dare say - thanks so much for coming by, APO!


yes, always, pat, always! ;)

claude said...

Hello from France !
On Roger's blog I wrote a link about the tall structure in english.



and greetings to you, claude, in france! thanks so very much for letting me know - what a truly magnificent structure the cathedral is, isn't it! and its history! incredible! again, thanks so much - and have a glorious day there! jenean

Deborah said...

This one strangled a bit...I get it. Thank you for putting into words whatI have felt for longer than I needed to. you are amazing, my dear. nothing short of amazing.
Love, Deborah