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 10, 2009


when they were together
no voice need pass between them
their eyes said more spoke louder than mere words
furtive glances
criss-crossed the room
like swords brandished
and touches left untouched
bore down
upon them with the weight of their own world
their hearts beat in pounding rhythm
tearing apart the deafening silence around them



Nevine said...

Sometimes, being in one another's presence amidst the silence is like reaching a fourth dimension of existence. So many contradictory phrases you make that are still so true - "touches left untouched" and "deafening silence". Beautiful, Gypsywoman!



yes, the fourth dimension of existence! exactly! i think we've all had experiences such as this - at least, i hope we all have! thanks so much for your kind words!

Roger Gauthier said...

Nevine said it I think. I call it the comfortable silence in a couple, that is usually the result of experience, understanding, and acceptation of the other. Nothing easy here, a lot of love, a lot of forgiveness too.

Beautiful words here, Jenean. You know about this, don't you? How could you otherwise?

Life bears its own tragedy in the end.

I thought that I would give you a link to a bigger version of this remarkable painting. The Sulphur Match, a funny name for a painting where this element is secondary... and important.

Roger G.


roger, thank you SO much for the larger version of this painting i love so much - it was mesmerizing to sit in front of it and follow sargent's brush strokes, seeing where he began and where he left off with them - and how much pressure here and how little pressure there that he gave to the brush! i felt as if i were in the studio with him - and could see him standing in front of the easel eyeing his magnificent creation of beauty and, holding the tip of the paint brush to his lips, whispering aloud, "ahhh, yes, it is finished" - wonderful experience for which i am so grateful!

it is true that i do know of this - the "this" of my little verse -

thank you again for thinking of me with the visit to sargent's studio! your thoughtfulness is so touching!