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, March 12, 2013

the dream...



i can’t seem
i can’t seem
to find

i can’t seem to find
what it is i’m lookin’ for
it’s one of a kind
like a night bleached star
sparklin’ all pretty from afar



i can’t seem to find
what it is i’m lookin’ for
all my hopes now resigned
to love behind closed doors
all my dreams now swept from shore

i can’t seem
i can’t seem
to keep

i can’t seem to keep
what it is i found
it all washed away in the ocean deep
makin’ its way all hell-bent bound
like ever’ thing else just gave up and drowned

i can’t seem
i can’t seem
to find
to keep

what was only a dream
in my dark dark mind
did it all float downstream
like vanilla cream

did i leave it somewhere behind
all laid out for your lecherous kind

i can’t see
i can’t see

didn’t nobody hear me scream


it was only a dream...

10 comments:

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Gulp. If u can't find it, how can I?

Roger Gauthier said...

Woohoo, I like this poem. Nicely balanced, nice rhythm to it IMHO.

You can't seem to find what it is you're looking for, you say? Well, don't try too hard, woman, because you could succeed, and maybe you don't really want too.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

we are all just following the signs, trying to make our way...and sometimes the signs are more easily seen...thanks for coming by, trish!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hi roger! so glad you like - this was scribbled on a piece of paper in the middle of the night last week when i had insomnia - well, sometimes we find what we've been looking for but having that thing is something else - anyway, thanks so much for your kind kind words! ;)

Marguerite said...

Hey Louisiana Lady! Congrats on your new blog and book! Looks like you've been busy. As always, I love the poem! Cheers my dear friend!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

how wonderful to see you again, kindred louisiana spirit! i drop by your place from time to time so that my taste buds don't forget what real food is! you must be surrounded by all that magnificent lush louisiana flora of spring now! how wonderful - again, great to see you - hope all is well with you and yours! xxx

Pat said...

You express these feelings so well.
How great to be creative when you can't sleep.

Steppenwolf said...

'Night bleached star' - love it. Beautifully written and how I recognise the subject!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

many thanks, pat - well, the past few months have included many sleepless nights so it was good that i could at least occupy my mind! ;)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hi john - you know, it's really odd how we develop an affinity for certain phrases/poems that we ourselves have written - and the phrase you mention "night bleached star" is one of those for me - no clue from whence it came but i love it and it warms my heart to know that someone else does, as well - thanks very much for coming by and leaving such kind words!