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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Wednesday, January 4, 2012

the heart of autumn...

like autumn leaves
naked
brittle
and
frail
strewn against their will
by whispers of winter
so too her thoughts of him

lying long dormant
now weave their way
on the winds of time
into her days and nights
days without light
nights without end
without him
leaving her heart
naked
brittle
and
frail
like autumn leaves
.
.
.

2 comments:

Roger Gauthier said...

I read your poem and found it beautiful, milady. But as is often the case recently, I feel so much distress in you.

Distress, and these days you seem to shrink inside yourself and disappear entirelyé

Wake up, woman! Cold is here, not there, you don't know about snow and ice in the night's bitter air.

Come back...

Roger

GYPSYWOMAN said...

my dear dear sir - you have me crying...