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, July 16, 2012

barefoot...




she stepped

out

of herself

barefoot

following the trail
of broken memories
crumbling beneath
her feet
like so many
brittle leaves
in the fall

memories tainted
blood stained
buried in the
bitter cold
of yesterday

still
she walked

barefoot

into
spring
.
.
.

10 comments:

OldLady Of The Hills said...

WOW! Sometime, you need to write your "memoirs"....I want to know where these amazing poems come from...!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, listen, naomi, most times i feel as if my entire life is an open book here in my blogs/in these poems! with very little else to be added! ;)

but, you know, we all have our childhood demons...and so it goes...

thanks so much for your kind words!

karen said...

This one has struck a chord for me once again... beautiful writing...and your image just perfect. Very hopeful. And so reminding me that I am already looking forward to next year's spring since this summer heat has me beat...Ms. Mother Nature wins. Hurry fall...and let winter pass quickly and get me to spring. I only wish I could walk through my memories as quickly as the seasons come and go...I'd like to walk barefoot into spring yesterday.

Trish said...

Awesome. Your muse is back i full swing!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes, this is a hot summer for sure...105 heat index today already - odd how summers before central air and w/o ac in our cars don't ring as bad as today - whatever we are used to i suppose - but these days i'm usually carrying around a cup of crushed ice! ;) thanks so much for coming by, karen -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thanks, trish! we're trying! ;)

Pat said...

A perfect marriage twixt words and image.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes, i loved this image with the words the minute i came across it - thanks for coming by pat!

Beatriz said...

Hi! I'm from Spain and I really like your blog...The poetry and the images that you use are so good!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hola beatriz and thanks so much for coming by and following along here - it's so gratifying to hear such comments! again, thank you and i hope you'll come back soon! have a great day!