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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Friday, April 29, 2011

these rags......


let me shed
these threadbare rags
the clothes of convention
wardrobe of society      
ecclesiastical attire
the dirty laundry of
women like me
of women
of me
of ME

these garments
that encumber me so
that stifle and stigmatize
that suffocate my soul
suffer me so
suffer my heart

rip them from my body
strip them away from the meat of my bones
tear them from my pure white flesh
the touch of them igniting burning branding
the texture of my thoughts

then throw them back
from whence they came
from whence they were sent
into the cesspools
of their own making
they have designed their own demise
and will inherit their own destruction
in their own way and in their own time

and i
i shall dress
i shall dress me
in the fabric of my imagination
the tapestry of tangible visions
woven from the heartstrings
of mine own spirit
i shall wear frocks of silken silence
shaped by voices unheard
sewn with the threads of
my heart’s love
dressing or not dressing
in my own way and in my own time

and i
i shall live  
i shall live by the dictates
of mine own heart
by the requisites of
love that guides me
bears me with its beauty
with its truth
upholding that which is good
which bears no evil
which loves for loves sake alone
giving all to love for love
asking nothing in return
loving as i go
in my own way and in my own time

and i
i shall love
i shall love you


YOU

4 comments:

Dulçe ♥ said...

My dear lady,
You have a way with LOVE words that astound me, always. Such passion! How can it be so present constantly in your amazing poems?

GYPSYWOMAN said...

dulce, 'tis just the gypsy blood flowing through my veins that keeps the passion flowing as well, dear lady!

oh, and is there anything BESIDES passion? ;)

Nevine Sultan said...

Oh, I so love the thought of dressing myself with the raiment of the imagination. This truly sings to my heart and soul, Jenean. What beautiful words that just flow and flow and flow... just like the waters of the imagination! What a beautiful way to begin my day... thank you. :-)

Nevine

GYPSYWOMAN said...

you know, nevine - i wrote this piece more than a year ago and just came across it again - every time i read it i like it more than the last time - i think i may make it my mantra - tatoo it somewhere! ;) it so speaks to all women, i think/hope! have a glorious day, dear friend!