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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Sunday, June 6, 2010

the lost...

as she sat staring
into the nothingness of her days
something caught her eye
an illusion almost
an image a manifestation
of something but of what
what was it that she saw there
staring back at her from the other side
slowly ever so slowly
she began to see what was

it began to take shape to become -
that something she could not name
began to blossom to grow to regenerate
the skeletal pieces came together
blanketed by a soft pink flesh
under which she could feel
slowly but surely beating
her heart

she glanced furtively
upward directly into the eyes of -
of that something she was missing
that she had almost forgotten
that she had nearly lost -
the eyes of herSELF -


Anonymous said...


gypsywoman said...

oh, my goodness, just literally at the same time of your comment, i was thinking about you, gg, and that i needed to hop over to your place - and here you are!!! fantastic - thanks so much for coming by!!! have a great day!

Temptress said...

That was beautiful!

Deb Kirkeeide said...

how easy it is to forget ourSELF at times but isn't it wonderful to discover and rediscover her?
This is wonderful - and so is that lovely picture!

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Jenean, among our many other talents, one thing is for sure: in your Leo heart, you're a mystic.

This word verification is a riot: copless

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Hmm. Copless. So perhaps you're a secret anarchist, too!


oh, temptress, thank you so much - such kind words!!! have a great day!


hi deb! great to see you here, lady! i know how busy busy you are! so am especially glad to have you come by - thanks a lot! have a great week -


oh, too too funny the wv, trish! and about the anarchist thing - i happily confess to having been called that before ;)

thank you for your kind words, dear lady!

Kay said...

always nice when ones reflection is seeing, looking back...love it!


hi kay - you're right - our self looking back! have a glorious day and thanks so much for coming by!

Anonymous said...

"as she sat staring
into the nothingness of her days..." very nice, thought provoking introduction. Oh I can relate so much to this single strand. Words are truly amazing. The fragile unfurling of this poetry is wonderful. The last stanza echoes throughout the reader's soul.


hello there sharla!! so wonderful to have you come by - and such kind words! from you, such a great honor, lady!!!