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...

Saturday, April 20, 2013

the drowning...


 the tide sweeps upon the shore
drownin’ all my mem’ries even more


leavin’ behind all that glistenin’ glass
relics of dreams from the past
then those rollin’ waves wash on in
lappin’ up my life-long sins
lettin’ me free to begin ag’in
but love don’t come easy to this broken heart
wantin’ nobody but you right from the start

 
the tide swept upon the shore
leavin’ life empty forevermore

14 comments:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Very tragic. Empty with the memories and empty without.

Trish said...

I love it when your muse returns, even with something as sad and beautiful as this one.

Pat said...

I like the idea of the rolling waves lapping up all our misdeeds.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

empty...without him...

hi alex! thanks so much for taking the time to come by - especially for your insightful comment! hope you've a wonderful day in ninjaland! ;)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

many thanks trish - now if only my muses would stick around a bit more! i think they are wanting to finish up that 2nd manuscript so they can move forward - and that's how i feel as well! ;)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

if it were it only possible, pat...if it were only possible!

Trish said...

Can you bring your magazine posts forwars?

A Plain Observer said...

very sad but very nicely done. One of my favorites

Trish said...

You should post your magazine pieces here, too, after a couple of days!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

trish - have been trying to figure out just how to do that...or start a new blog of nothing but yareah posts...thanks for suggestion...any ideas on the "how" of it all?

Trish said...

Are you allowed to use those poems after they appear on your blog? That would be the simplest thing.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

you mean after they appear on yareah? if so, then, the answer is yes - the author retains all copyrights of their works on Y - sorry to be just now responding - your comment got lost in a batch of spam stuff!

OldLady Of The Hills said...

I hear this!!! Oh My....The Pain,

GYPSYWOMAN said...

how absolutely wonderful to have you come by, dear naomi! thank you so very much! i'm so sorry for my own absence from blogland for so long but... anyway, just great to hear from you - and i thank you - so glad you liked this little piece - and yes...pain...but beautiful in having had at all that which can no longer be...i know you know what i mean! ;) xxx