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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Thursday, March 10, 2011

the sound...

the sound of silence
deafening to my heart
since we're apart


3322mathaddict said...

It has long been said that, "A picture is worth a thousand words".
But it can also be said that SILENCE is more eloquent than all the words contained in every volume in every language in the world. SILENCE has an infinite diversity of interpretations; myriad and unlimited; too many to be defined within all the dictionaries, all the encyclopedias ever printed...each interpretation dependent upon the interpreter and upon the circumstances in which the Silence is deafening.
SILENCE is a Dance that glides and sways and slides across the page, musicless; mute; astute. A waiting that sings through the mind of its Muse. SILENCE is the songs of happy sonnets unsung; unshared; unrevealed; unlearned.
SILENCE is the cold fear that chills the soul in the stillness of Unknowing.
SILENCE is the knowing that comes with KNOWING.
KNOWING is the SILENCE that comes with Recognition.

Silence is the absence of words unspoken.

Silence is the Mirror whose aged, aging reflection tells the tale; the curling caterpillar turned butterfly; the butterfly once more turned curling caterpillar, spinning back into the SILENCE of its cocoon.


oh, cousin dear! your words are mine - and mine yours - it is so hard to tell where mine end and yours begin - what parallels follow us - do you think we were the same woman in another life and that we now share two separate lives? all things being possible! ;)

thanks so much for leaving a little note - it's beautiful!!!


and cj - i've meant to ask - but of course you've seen the age of innocence??? magnificent magnificent script and acting in this film! i felt as if my life closet had been ripped to shreds and exposed on the big screen!

Dulce said...

Sad, Sad, dear lady and yet so beautiful- sigh
I love that image of Michelle Pf.


greetings my dear dulce!!! so wonderful to have you come by with such kind words which cheer my heart so! yes, dear heavens, is anyone more totally beautiful than this woman in this film! she was the perfect choice - she was made for that role -

3322mathaddict said...

My dear cousin, all things considered: our Egyptian heritage, our Lousiana heriatage, our parallel experiences since our births into this lifetime, cannot but cause me to wonder if perhaps we may be expresing aspects of the same OverSoul. There have been too may mirrored images since we were born, mirrored yet not opposing but reflecting Same. One cannot stretch the limits of "coincidence" to the extent that the events and experiences of our two lives blend and combine, even in the very names of the Others to whom we are closest. Because anything is possible, it begs the question if we are simply aspects of that same soul cluster, twins born of different mothers but emerging into life from that same soul-seed cluster. Only the two of us understand the parallels that began when we were born and continue to evolve. Mind-bending. Heart-rending.