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...

Monday, May 28, 2012

the maze

in that moment
of time stood still
when first we met
when your smile
embraced my heart
and your eyes
became my own
without words
without sound
without touch
i had been found
i was home

but in that moment
of time stood still
when i turned
and walked away
that cold dark day
when your 

broken heart
bled disbelief
and your eyes
screamed in pain
without you
without us
i was lost

lost still

wandering the
highways and byways
of what was...

the maze of
lost souls


dulce ♥ said...

What was...
that maze should not be so
so lost
if from ours souls...

Beautiful loving poetry my dear friend

So glad to visit you back again after the long journey...

my dear gypsy!

Glynis said...

what can I say? this is perfection. xo

Trish said...

So wonderful to see you back. And in such FORM and beauty!

Pat said...

Nobody says it like you Jenean.


oh, dear dulce! how absolutely wonderful to have you come by - seems we've both been distracted a bit but really great to have you come by and leave such kind words! thank you and have a great day!


and you, dear glynis! making my day all the brighter with your visit for which i am so grateful! so glad to have you drop by!


oh, trish, i'm not so sure about the form and beauty things as i feel so far away from all of that at the moment but my heart cherishes your kind kind words! thank you!


from you pat, i am so humbled! thank you! and congratulations, yourself, lady! ;)

A Plain Observer said...

Gypsy, this brought me back to that maze. Yes, what a clever name for this poem. A maze it becomes when we turn around and leave something important behind.

karena said...

That was beautiful.
Hope you are well, and enjoying summer.


so glad you enjoyed the maze, observer - and you're so right about when we turn around and leave someone important behind - thanks so much for coming by!


hello there lady! so wonderful to have you come by with kind words - just a bit under the weather these days - hope your summer is going full speed ahead! ;)

Marguerite said...

What an absolutely beautiful poem! Just stopping by to say hi and to let you know that I'm thinking of you and miss you. Hope you are well and enjoying summer. Cheers, cher!

OldLady Of The Hills said...

Your poems always have so much depth of feeling---I wish I knew more, but, sometimes feel I know too much. That is a gift, my dear.


your words too kind, naomi, but i thank you for them nevertheless - there is nothing more to be known really - the words tell the story - so wonderful to have you come by!

young-eclectic-encounters said...

Your words paint such beautiful imagery.
Thanks so much for sharing


oh, thank you for such kind words, dear friend - you are so very welcome!