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 - imaginedand/or real - come along with me -we'll danceamong 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 -
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]
yes, they are, aren't they, susan? powerful! i've always had such a penchant for words - love their sound - their look - the way the feel - all very powerful~
10 comments:
Dear Jenean:
A tribute of love indeed. Words are powerful in many ways.
Joy always,
Susan
YES.
cj
Shivering..your words made me tremble!!!!
love it..:))
Awesome, fabulous post. Oh, the words! xoxo
What a way to tell how dangerous love is.
Don't forget, love begins with passion and too often ends up with "Fare Thee Well".
I don't know why, reading your poem, I was reminded how short had been Lord Byron's own love, and how he suffered from it.
Roger
yes, they are, aren't they, susan? powerful! i've always had such a penchant for words - love their sound - their look - the way the feel - all very powerful~
ditto, cousin cj, ditto! :)
and dear desert rose! your own words always so powerful!
yes, i know you are certainly a word person, too, marion! beautiful and powerful words always to be found at your place! ;)
ah, but you do me such honor, roger, to have even the mention of lord byron within the same comment, regardless the reference -
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