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...

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

night song...

night songs sung in
blue velvet time
seas open wide
their cryin’ eyes
washin’ away
lost love’s grime
as hands reach out
in languished love
and love burns down
to chared remains
nothin’s the same


Nyssa Wagner said...

"nothin's the same without you" indeed xox

Pat said...

I love 'blue velvet time.'

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Such a sad rhythm...

Trish said...

Beautiful! Always happy to see you posting here!


no, not the same - how could it be - nyssa

one of my favorite little phrases, too, pat - just something about it -

sad rhythm - sad time - but - a time - a beautiful time while it was there - and some never have that "time" - alex

thanks so very much, trish - i'm happy when i'm here, too!!!

veredit - isabella kramer said...

this is deeply touching!!

thank you so much for your poetic words.

my very best wishes to you, dear jenean

xo, isabella


so wonderful to have you come by isabella! your comment is so appreciated - as are your own beautiful words and images!