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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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

the speculum...

she gazed into the hand held mirror
but herself no longer could she see
she drew nearer and nearer
and still herself she could not perceive

for there, there in the silver speculum
deep inside her outreached palm was an image
so chilling she almost succumbed
staring back at her from his metal cage

piercing her heart from another time another place
exposing love long since tucked aside
in the dainty fingers of her past she held his face
the face of all held holy still and her thoughts collide

into the knowledge that she could no more part
with the vision of this, this reflection of her fate,
than could she divest herself of her beating heart
breaking as it was for her beloved soul mate


The Abbot said...

Beautiful painting. Definitely my style. Another for the Tarot pack.The Empress representing the pagan goddess.


well, trevor - thank you! yes, she is very soft and sensual yet very open and regal - thanks for coming by - i was just over to see your newest wonders!

Roger Gauthier said...

Whoever you are, whatever you are, wherever you are... dear Jenean, you write beautifully.

Whoever... your poems are the quintessential double entendre.

Ton poème n'a pas besoin de cette peinture, il a sa propre existence. Poème de malheurs, de peines, de contradiction...

But you know, love will always break your heart at the end.

Roger G.


tu dis toujours les plus belles choses, l'homme du froid, toujours - et vos paroles me laissent toujours humilié - mon coeur est rempli de bonheur, que vous trouverez mes petits poèmes avec faveur - je me sens parfois si égoïste par écrit les paroles, parce que j'aime pour les entendre et les sentir et goûter moi-même si beaucoup de --

au contraire, l'amour ne sera pas toujours casser mon cœur à la fin, cher monsieur, mais un amour qui rendra mon cœur à la fin - oui?