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 - imaginedand/or real - come along with me -we'll danceamong 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...
WANDER OVER TO MY OTHER CAMPFIRES and LEAVE ME A NOTE IN THE SAND...
she had tried
how she had tried not to look to see
not to think to feel
to smell to taste
to want to need
to surrender sanity
to relinquish reality to
that galvanizing first glance the look
the lock of the eyes
that instantaneous knowing
the gnawing familiarity
the instant intimacy for where could it lead? but to no man’s land no woman’s land
the land of denial
the land of self-denial land of deceit deception
the land of no return
the isle of exile
this dangerous territory
to which they both were
foreigners in a foreign land
and so it was that she took flight bolted broke loose escaped escaped with her soul intact
her virtue whole
her heart held ransom
vowing never to return and now -
now she tried
how she tried to forget to erase eradicate exterminate but it was not to be she was not set free she was herself now the quarry prey to the polarizing pull of cerulean circles relentlessly pursued hunted stalked and found by the blue angel of love love amytal barbital veronal love hypnotic she had been ambushed taken by brute force ripped away ravaged by its raging currents taken to deep dark crevices she had never known chasmslong forgot places where he awaited her and now held captive she was love’s captive captivated a creature confined a prisoner held hostage by the deep endless unfathomable sea green oceans of love and lust
just to let you know, as my little campfires in blogland bear witness, the past week or so has found me distracted and sidetracked with the ups and downs of familial and other issues which have taken me from my usual time and energies on my own blogs and those of dear friends such as you - in addition, i'm working on a couple of LARGE art pieces with imminent deadlines -
so please forgive my seemingly "irreverent" attention here and know that my lack of regular postings and comments in no way reflects anything except that which it is - peripheral things to which i must attend for a couple of weeks -
but i'll be back and forth as i can so please check over at my places at your leisure, as i, of course, will yours! and, as always, i'll be thinking of you and yours with much affection - jenean
who is this beautiful woman? from where does she come? who is the black-haired man? what is his involvement with her?
what is he thinking? feeling?
what is she thinking? feeling? she is being sent away in bondage - or so it seems - is she? if she is, what unpardonable sin has she committed - what law broken that forces her into this exile - to what and where is she being exiled and for how long - does this exile include death? - what is she saying to YOU?
what story do YOU see here? feel here? tell us in your comment - and don't be shy!
she knew - standing there on the slippery precipice how could she not know the danger the darkness the death that awaited her the soft silky mist swirling enveloped her soul twirling surrounded her whirling holding her gently but holding her still as her life force poured into the liquid torrent that was his heart - she knew -