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, February 9, 2010

these rags...

let me shed
these threadbare rags
the clothes of convention
wardrobe of society      
ecclesiastical attire
the dirty laundry of
women like me
of women
of me
of ME

these garments
that encumber me so
that stifle and stigmatize
that suffocate my soul
suffer me so

suffer my heart

rip them from my body
strip them away from the meat of my bones
tear them from my pure white flesh
the touch of them igniting burning branding
the texture of my thoughts

 



then throw them back
from whence they came
from whence they were sent
into the cesspools
of their own making
they have designed their own demise
and will inherit their own destruction
in their own way and in their own time

and i
i shall dress
i shall dress me
in the fabric of my imagination
the tapestry of tangible visions
woven from the heartstrings
of mine own spirit
i shall wear frocks of silken silence
shaped by voices unheard
sewn with the threads of
my heart’s love
dressing or not dressing
in my own way and in my own time

and i
i shall live  
i shall live by the dictates
of mine own heart
by the requisites of
love that guides me
bears me with its beauty
with its truth
upholding that which is good
which bears no evil
which loves for loves sake alone
giving all to love for love
asking nothing in return
loving as i go
in my own way and in my own time

and i
i shall love
i shall love you
YOU

8 comments:

Dulce said...

OMG
You gypsywoman are soooo good!
Every word you state is an invitation to me to keep on loving... wanting to love and desire to love and be loved... and eventually keep on writing about it!
;)

Thanks for your always amazing comments!

Roger Gauthier said...

... and I see you nevertheless, milady.

And I ask you once again, what are words? And can the love of words be enough?

Tonight is a night of uncertainties, tonight is a night of unnerving thoughts.

Tonight is a night for loving your words and the way you play with them.

Cole said...

Simply beautiful Jenean, what more could one say...

Nevine said...

Oh my God! And I'm speechless to say more, Jenean. Well, maybe just a few more words... this is the declaration that every woman would like to make, and should make. This is the declaration of the freedom of heart, mind, body, spirit... ME. One of my favorites by you!

Nevine

GYPSYWOMAN said...

dulce - you are right - an invitation to you - to us all - to continue loving, wanting and needing and desiring to love and to be loved - and then, to write of those words of love from our own heart, as you do so well! so keep on keepin' on, lady!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thank you so much cole! - i am so happy that you like!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

nevine - it's wonderful to see that what seems to me all my life so apparent, so obvious, touches another - it is so humbling! [i've always been a rebel! - in this life and the others!]

thank you so much for your words of support and inspiration! they are so cherished!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

cher monsieur, de vos questions, vous seul pouvez y répondre - mais pour moi, les mots sont la voix de la vérité - ils sont la voix de tous parlé et tous les non-dits - de toutes remplies et non tenues - tous vécu et non vécue tous - ils sont " la voix " -

et je suis toujours humilié par vos paroles - ie vous remercie, mon bon monsieur