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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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

i came to you...

it is true
i came
to you

freely
willingly
i came
knowingly
seeking all
fearing not the fall
wanting the core
needing more
of your nectar
your sweet elixir

fly me through the night
take me to your light

16 comments:

LE CHEMIN DES GRANDS JARDINS said...

Nos regards nous trahissent. Celui de cette odalisque, ne cache en rien, l'invite et la fleur souligne son intention amoureuse.

Roger

Deb Kirkeeide said...
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Deb Kirkeeide said...

as usual, Jenean, my words seem inadequate, but I like this (and the previou and well, to be honest, pretty much all of them...) very much. I find familiarity in your words quite often, as if they were mine.

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Whew. Love this one.

Dulce said...

humm JUSt hummm
What a pleasure to read...!!!
;)

Roger Gauthier said...

Beware Jenean
Each love is one's fall
Beware woman
Each love is a tungsten bulb

Beware...
Love always brings sorrow
Passion ends up in tears
Solitude its reward

There is no smile in those eyes, and this mouth is the mouth of a woman who suffered too much.

joanne May said...

Beautiful words as always, which are full of gypsy passion. The lady is very elegant in the photo.
I hope you are well, Jenean.
Lovely to see you here again.:)
Jo.xx

Gemel said...

Sometimes when we follow the free calling of our heart, we find that others are unable to deal with the passion it unleashes.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

Bonjour Roger - Oui, c'est vrai comme vous le dites - nos yeux ne nous trahissent - toujours - Je suis si heureux d'avoir votre visite ici et j'espère que vous reviendrez bientôt - un jour de gloire - jenean

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hey deb - it's always wonderful to hear that some word of words of my own touch someone else in some way - and i have that sense of familiarity with your work - just something about them, their colors, the subjects -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, dulce! thank you, lady!!! ;)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and dear roger - hmmmm....love is a tungsten bulb! there may be a poem hidden in those words!! ;)

but solitude the reward of love and passion!!! oh, no! never, sir, never! love and passion are their very own magnificent reward!!! always! no matter the suffering - to have experienced love and passion! ah, but THAT is all one can hope for to live for!!!! the beauty of love and passion! there is nothing else! no thing!

i think you are right about the eyes and the mouth of this woman however and i am still not sure at all that she is the right image for these words - and did not feel it from the beginning but she ended up here somehow notwithstanding my own trepidations - usually, i suffer no trepidations connecting images with words, etc -

anyway, as always, your visit and your words mean a lot, kind sir, and i thank you for them!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and dear jo! really so great to see you too! thank you for thinking of me - and for the kind words - i'll see you at your place very soon! have a great day!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

so true, gemel, so true! but give me passion over anything!!! always!

Owning the Words said...

Such sadness sketched in those eyes and I'm wondering what did the gentleman say to warrant such an answer. "it is true i came to you..." An answer that ascended into a passionate litany of the heart. I wish I could shrink myself to microscopic size when you write and swim around in your brain to know what brings on such beautiful surrender in your poetry.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, dear sharla, i am so touched by your words that you wish to be shrunk and swim around in my brain - it is no secret, at all, really - only the brain of someone who all her life has lived by her heart rather than the brain - the friend who prompted this particular piece, as he has/does almost without exception, all of my original pieces here, used to say that he did not understand "why him" when i chose to enter into our relationship - he felt he had so little to offer in a full relationship - what he failed to see/understand was that just a moment with him - a microsecond of time - was more meaningful than a lifetime with someone else would have been - anyway, i digress - thanks so much for your kind words, dear friend!