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...

tweet me, but tweet me gently, please!

Thursday, December 31, 2009

in the new year - and all years - i wish you...


Monday, December 28, 2009

through you...

your eyes became 
my vision of the world of myself
your ears captured
the unsung songs of my love for you
your mouth 

the field of passion’s flavors upon my lips

Saturday, December 26, 2009

tonight -

tonight i have no verse to write -
no stream of consciousness words
flowing forth -
no newly formed thoughts
to set out here -
tonight as each night 
there is only
the absence of you
the absence of us
of all that was
all that could have been
should have been
it is this nothingness that permeates
my soul
my being
my heart
it is this absence
that i taste
that i smell
that i touch
that i see
and hear
and feel
more -
there is not
a cell in my body
that does not
scream out
your name
into the
dark revolting
nothingness of now
not a cell
in my body
that does not ache
long, yearn, beg
barter with the gods
for your touch
for the sight of you
the sound of you
for the scent of you
the taste of you -
but tonight -
tonight as each night -
yes, tonight
i will evade
this macabre reality
escaping into the shadow world
where we
are -
tonight, yes,
tonight as each night
we will be
together again -
in our dreams -
tonight -

Wednesday, December 23, 2009


as we each journey into a new year,
thank you for traveling along with me -
wishing you peace love and passion -

Sunday, December 13, 2009

the ocean of love...

she had tried
oh god
how she had tried                                           
not to look to see                                           
not to think to feel                               
to smell to taste                                       
to want to need
to succumb
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
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 -
she tried
oh god 

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
chasms long forgot   
places where he awaited her                                   
and now held captive                                       
she was love’s captive   
a creature confined
a prisoner held hostage
by the deep                                    

sea green oceans
of love and lust

Saturday, December 12, 2009

dear friends -

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

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

liés par la morale

could we not
forget right
embracing only the moment

could we not
forgive ourselves
save ourselves
each for the other...

do we each now
have to suffer
the sorrow...
the loneliness...

of being

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

the rest of the story is YOUR story...

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!

Sunday, December 6, 2009

the blue...

she knew
                  she was lost                  
                                  as she spiraled
                                                        into the
icy blue waters
                                                                                         that were his eyes

Thursday, December 3, 2009

the street shadow...

i walk the lonely streets
phantom shadows without you

and see the world around me
bleak and empty without your presence

i hear the sounds of music
made silent without your laugh

and taste the dark sweet chocolate
turned bitter without your lips

i smell the flowers’ fragrances

malodorousness without you

and feel the shafts of sun upon me
turn icy cold without your arms

i sleep away the darkness
made hellish without your touch

and speak the language
of loveless words without your name

i write these words
indelibly spilling from 

my bleeding heart

and dream of days now gone
of life with you

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

i woke up this mornin'...

i woke up this mornin'
wantin’ some
soft mellow bliss
some snow white happiness
didn’t wanna hafta dress
with banks of icy drifts
up against my front door
from down at the floor
up to the roof

yeah, i woke up this mornin'
wantin’ that bad ole’ blizzard
to have come and gone
way ‘fore dawn
leavin’ behind its powdery flakes
like sparklin’ diamonds on a silvery lake

but much ta my dismay
i woke up this mornin’
to a dark dreary day

all yucky and gray
rainin’ and rainin’ some more
wet stuff galore

i woke up this mornin’
layin’ here on my blanket of red
dreadin’ gettin’ outta bed
but dreadin’ stayin’ in it

cause you ain’t here
ta hold me near

yeah, i woke up this mornin’
wantin’ some
soft mellow bliss

so come on over now
come on over and


Tuesday, December 1, 2009

she knew...

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
enveloped her soul
surrounded her
holding her gently
but holding her still
as her life force
poured into
the liquid torrent
that was
heart -
she knew -