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 -

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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


Deb Kirkeeide said...

well...put this way, love isn't very nice is it? Makes one wonder why we crave it and keep coming back for more...we try to run but we can't hide, can we?
This is really powerful

and nice to see you are able to create amidst all the rest of your busy-ness and creativeness.

Jimmy Bastard said...

Strong words, and a delicate subject, both fitting together hand in hand.

Very good indeed.

Dulce said...

But... after all the suffering she gets into another prison...that of love...

Nevine said...

And can we separate those oceans of love and lust? Where does the divide happen? I think we often don't know. Gypsywoman, this was very very well written, with just the right amounts of repetition, just the right sounds. There is an inner rhythm through which I can hear both of these hearts beating. And "amytal barbital veronal" is genius!