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 1, 2011

this heart of mine...

take this
my weeping heart
that cries in vain
for your lost name

take this
my bleeding heart
what can it now impart

yes, take this
my wounded heart
it was yours
from the start

take this
my heart


Shadow said...

i as swept away by the longing...


oh, thank you, shadow - and i do confess to the longing, from time to time, at least! ;)

Dulce said...

Absolute surrender this is lady gypsy... don't let it bleed too much... we need that passion on and on.
Greatly done
Hope you are enjoying your adventure in good company!

Cole said...

Very nice Gypsy. I am sorry it has taken me so long to respond to your comment over on my blog. It has been a crazy past two weeks, but now of course we are snowed in, so I have had some time to look at your lovely hideout here of emotions. I do of course love the words, such passion behind it all. The layout, I like the larger pictures and the way you have broken your verses to fit around them. The emphasis of the larger images really drive home your poetry and the overall emotion behind the words. Your choice of photos perfect and again full of passion. Very nice Jenean! Thank you for stopping by my place last week or so and letting me know what you have been up to. Take care dear friend.



Roger Gauthier said...

A simple and beautiful poem, words from a broken heart, words of a broken love!

Why does it resonate with harmonics so dissonant in my heart full of hate? Why why why?

I love Hélène forever, I love her to my death...

I hate brothers and sisters and mother, I hate them all, I hate this conspiring family!

I can forgive any of them yet I must survive
So I close all my heart's doors to them till eternity
I can't forgive
But I can forget

Love is a powerful feeling, dear dear Jenean. I'm just discovering the bittersweet feeling of hate and revenge.

I don't want to forgive, ever


oh, dulce, how insightful your words - i know you know from whence my own words come - so wonderful to have you drop by - i'm so limited on the computer for the next few weeks still and sorely miss my time visiting dear friends such as you - and i thank you so much for your visits here! ;)


dearest cole - how wonderful of you to take such time and energy to explore the new look here and to leave such kind comments - i really do like this larger format, too - and am having fun playing with the new blogger templates/gadgets etc - am still on my trip for the next couple of weeks and then back home again - seems i left just in time as there is now snow and ice there where it never snows - and the days of late here on the coast have been at least sunny, even though cold - hope your world is warmer now there - and thanks again, dear friend! hugs -


oh, dear roger - there are times that your words leave me without knowing what to say and at the same time, i know that you know what i would say, had i the words - this is one of those times - in terms of my little verse here, not a broken heart, i think, roger, but a heart which at times continues to live in the land of "what could be" - you know the place, the place also called "if only" - but, alas, it is not to be for the moment and so, this heart visits from time to time those magical moments of "what was" -

i do understand the pain of familial discord - and so i wish you healing from the pain as i wish it for myself, as well -

it is often so little that we have with which to manage our survival and so we must do that which we must do in that respect - in the meantime, remember you have caring friends here by the campfire -

hugs -