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 -

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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, October 19, 2013

cries of the jungle...


clandestine love in the night

heated whispers brush my face
you become me in black and white
and love becomes more in this dark dark place
as flames are lit in this sacred rite


clandestine love in the night
 

echoes of lust sear our fate
as voices beseech a lascivious wait
words plant deep in fertile flesh
while dappled shadows do us enmesh

clandestine love in the night


reality blurs in shades of grey
o’ glorious love i do thee pray
as silent breaths hush the chanting choir
grey becomes red in the midnight fire

clandestine love in the night
elephants roar as gazelles take flight
all becomes quiet in the hot jungle night
and dreams become our singular plight

clandestine love till the mornin’ light

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13 comments:

Trish said...

Love the rhythm of this one. So many of your poems I can hear set to music.

Roger Gauthier said...

But what are you doing, gypsy woman?

A clandestine love should be whispered in unspoken words... and I am not sure I forgive you for letting go of this secret place where I could whisper my own fears. Don't you hear the cold breeze, once again sweeping over here?

And then you're all over this facebook thing where people pass by for a few seconds, leaving deep words of wisdom.

But you're forgiven anyway, as you know, because you write so well and I love thinking of you.

But you know what? French Grands Crus are simply the best.

Sausage said...

Lovely as usual, hope all is well.
Sausage...

maurcheen said...

Right.... cold shower for me. :¬)

xxx

Trish said...

Whew. This one is loaded with everything that makes your poetry shine!

Pat said...

Clandestine - such an evocative word.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

would love to have some done musically - thanks for your wonderful words of support, trish!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, there will always be a place here for you, man from the cold, where you may whisper whatever you like...your words always welcome and comforting...

GYPSYWOMAN said...

how absolutely wonderful to have you come by sausage! it's been way too long - so hope all is well with you - and please come again soon!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, musicman!!! :)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes...and i love that word...evocative, pat... :)

Francesca Edesia said...

I can feel the passion in everything you write.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

well, then, my work is done! long live the passion!!! :) many thanks dear lady! so glad you like, francesca!!!