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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Tuesday, November 17, 2009

the jewel...

she crept through all the motions
casting aside her burning emotions
day after day and night after night
fighting her cares with all her might

she dressed for the eyes of others
tho she’d clothe not at all given her druthers
shimmering gown and sparkling jewels
all adorned for the judging fools
if only they knew what they could not see
for deep down inside was a screaming banshee
but what could they know of love so true
which to them was only a torrid taboo

and so it was that she went moment by moment
pretending without a hint not even a glint
living a lie lying to live unable to forgive
her heart breaking bleeding like a sieve

passion unbridled soul on fire
all for a love she n’er could acquire


Mountain Wolf said...

I happened upon your snow tiger and then opened my nostrils to some of your other things. So now I cannot but whisper to you from afar: Gypsywoman, how wonderful that you are.

staceyjwarner said...

Wow, so beautiful...it feels a bit like me, LOL! love, love, love...it is a mystery and what i care most about and yet understand it the least...

i have a book about this, i must write it.

much love,


mountain wolf - i am so moved by your beautiful words for which i thank you - wherever you are -


stacy, spiritsister - and what can we understand of love? very very little - except that it moves us in inexplicable ways - it grinds into us like a west texas dust storm - it becomes entangled in our hair - our hearts and more - grinding down into that deep dark core of no return - ah, that, now, that, is love! 'tis not understanding i want from love, rather it is FEELING!!!

Nevine said...

Ooooh, the pain of unrequited love. I've been there before, and it's a sad and lonely place to be. Gypsywoman, you are the dreamweaver of words on love. Truly, you understand that human emotion above all others.


joanne May said...

Fantastic poem Gypsywoman!!
So passionate, emotional and very true!!!
We have all been to that sad place you have described. Very moving... Beautiful painting too.
Best wishes.


oh, nevine, thank you for your words which as always are so special - i confess i understand very little of the ways of the heart - but i DO "feel" them -
thank you, again!


and jo - i'm so glad you enjoyed this - yes, sadly it is a place most of us at least know and one that some of us know better than others, i am sure - thank you so much for your kind words!!!