unfulfilled love - unrequited love - love relinquished - life unlived...

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 - we'll share our stories of love around the campfire - come along -

poetry from the heart...


POETRY FROM THE HEART - my own words dedicated to all the words left unspoken, the acts left undone - the love unlived unfulfilled -

i dance with you...only in dreams...

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Thursday, October 22, 2009

her world...


her days are empty
without him
her nights no longer
have meaning

~ she sits ~

10 comments:

Nevine said...

Sounds like me when my husband is out of town. Looks like me, too. Comatose on the sofa. Beautiful words and image, Gypsywoman. This piece really touched me, very deeply!

Nevine

GYPSYWOMAN said...

TOO funny, nevine! but understood! i just love this image - it speaks of many things, doesn't it?

Chuck Dilmore said...

i dunno...
i think a moment like that
is luxurious... the tranquility.

i guess we all consider
different things
as rarities.

awesome! C~

GYPSYWOMAN said...

but, she is in LOVE - for goodness sake! her heart is broken without her love in her life! without her love in her life, she has no life!!!
so, she SITS...
she is LOVESICK!
:)

Roger Gauthier said...

The words recreate the image. A lady drowning in an ocean of sadness - a love gone forever - her nights cold and empty.

Living with a broken heart is no Life.

Thank you for this, Jenean. My heart is cold but not broken, never will be. I will maybe soar over my cold steppes one day!

May this woman find another love, one that is not out of reach, so beautiful...

Roger G.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

i have not responded to your comment simply because i cannot -

linda said...

so sad, this woman is and was me but i have stopped just sitting and now can move about, still, often, i do simply sit....thinking... wishing...

your work, your poetry touches a place in me i do not oft go, and wish to never go as the pain is too intense, i speak too much of it and it overtakes and leaves me without air to breathe..it recalls a time a cannot speak of ever....again.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

i think this beautifully sad woman is someone we have ALL been at some time or other - for me, it is an act of exorcism an act of selfishness an act of salvation even for me to re-visit her and that place - but yes, i know totally what you mean - and just as i am breathing fresh air again, something from there springs into my life and sends me to the sofa - like just the other day, one of my daughters asked me if i'd seen the recent magazine article with a full page color photo of him - well - there you go - i had - and i had dealt with that jolt of lightening here by doing a post - and then, moving on - and out - off the sofa - but still, the triggers are there and perhaps always will be -

i'm sorry that my things evoke such pain for you - and hope you know that you do not travel the road alone, dear friend!

Deborah said...

I love this painting---it fits---again...amazing how you continue to do this. The marriage of your words with the pictures you choose to accompany them...perfect!!!!!!
Much Love,
Deborah

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, girl, i just let the images "talk to me" - they always tell me what they want me to say! that's all! but thanks!