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...

Thursday, July 25, 2013

seasons...



your eyes traced my lips
as they opened like a
rose’s bloom waking
in a spring
shower

and your fingers shouted
the sounds of silence
as they danced
into my
heart

and your mouth devoured
the silken threads
i could not
speak

and the skies spread wide
and the rains came
and the earth
danced

on that hot summer day
when first
i knew
you

when your eyes
traced
and
your fingers
shouted
and
your mouth
devoured

me
.
.
.

10 comments:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

That was sensual!

mapstew said...

:¬)

xxx

Trish said...

Whew. This one is intense!

Dulce said...

Oh my... how sweet... So nice to read your beautiful words again, my dear lady...
D.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

many thanks, alex...as always your comments are so inspiring!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

:) so glad to have you come by, musicman! i miss our "good ole bloggin' days" way back when...

GYPSYWOMAN said...

ah, such are things of the heart...even hearts remembering...many thanks trish!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, my goodness! how absolutely wonderful, lady dulce! thank you SO much for coming by and leaving a note! i've missed our banter of days past! hope all is well with you! xxx

Pat said...

I recognise the lovely illustration.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh...thank you, pat!