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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Thursday, September 23, 2010

the price...

when darkness comes to stay
with shadows night and day
and i can't find my way
come what will
come what may

for what price love did i pay

10 comments:

steveroni said...

As you know also, everything has a price, and love is certainly no exception.

Sorry to hear about all your misfortune the past couple weeks. Hope your sone got through his problem. And maybe YOU are on the mend? And moving? THAT'S enough to make anybody tired, sick, or both!

God bless you.
PEACE!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes, seems most things are indeed built upon an economic structure, love included, s!

thank you so much for your kind words of support and caring! and please come again soon!

;)

Nevine said...

Jenean, how I can relate to these words... so beautiful... yet reflecting a sad reality.

I hope you are keeping well. I hope you will not worry yourself with stopping in and all... I know how time is never enough for us... I know! I have been struggling with time... with work... home... and all. And I, too, try to get around when I can... but... sometimes I just can't catch it all. But then again, I understand entirely the need to keep writing. In many ways, writing saves us from our own minds. So, please, keep writing, and save the visits for when you can make them without pressure. When family is beckoning, we must answer. And when real life comes calling, everything else must wait.

Sending my warmest thoughts your way,
Nevine

Roger Gauthier said...

Your words, Jenean, can be interpreted in so many ways. All of them, though, are sad. See...

With age darkness comes to haunt you
Short nights but hopeless days
I'm lost near what was my home
I've lost the game

Forgive me love, the price is too high

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and your own words, roger, are always so beautiful and powerful - and always always touch a place in my heart - thank you!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and the words of yours, dear nevine, always always touch my own heart, as well - thank you so much for your kind words of support - it's true, for me, anyway, that writing is what keeps me going - the thoughts/words sometimes feeling as if they will explode if not memorialized somehow - and i do feel very badly not being able to get to everyone whose words i cherish and love so because i know how meaningful those visits are to me - in any event, thank you so much for your loving understanding - and yes, life must be lived, as well, in the realm of reality! ;)
much love -

Cassiopeia Rises said...

This is wonderful. So glad I found your site. Beautifully written
We all pay the price.



Melanie

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and i you, melanie! wonderful to find kindred spirits, isn't it! :)

Steppenwolf said...

So dear the cost, we pay with all Gypsywoman. For that's the price love demands - everything.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, yes, all or nothing at all - and everything is all i have to give!