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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Saturday, July 31, 2010

the pretender...

she crept through all the motions
casting aside her burning emotions
day after day and night after night
fighting her cares with all her might

she dressed for the eyes of others
tho she’d clothe not at all given her druthers
shimmering gown and sparkling jewels
all adorned for the judging fools
if only they knew what they could not see
for deep down inside was a screaming banshee
but what could they know of love so true
which to them was only a torrid taboo

and so it was that she went moment by moment
pretending without a hint not even a glint
living a lie lying to live unable to forgive
her heart breaking bleeding like a sieve

passion unbridled soul on fire
all for a love she n’er could acquire


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

WELL,one thing is for sure. The pretender is NOT u.


so true, sista trish!!!
'i yam who i yam'!!!

Nevine said...

Unforgiving... your words of unrequited love, Jenean! And yet edifying at the same moment. We give to the world... and when we ask... we are inevitably refused. Better, then, to be true to ourselves... to be the screaming banshee. A quiet piece, but not without its war. Lovely, Jenean!


dulce said...

So your lovely name is Jenean!
Well, my dearest Jenean, LADY!

This is what we all pretenders pretend or at least get to feel in such a way and disgrace...

Great writing -as always!

PS I love those pics you select always to go together with your insight words..


oh, dearest nevine - you always read me so! yes, to be true to SELF - to the screaming banshee! the SB who does not mind a little war now and then when the spoils are just right! :)


oh, dear, dulce! yes, and i thought you knew my name! :)
the great pretenders - pretending all is well - what masks we sometimes needlessly wear though - and all the energy lost in the game of pretense -