Eileen Prunster
A few photographs of home and surrounds...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/infinities_child/
Born in England
Lived in Africa in childhood
Emigrated to Australia when 13
Now live in Tasmania
Am having a lot of fun with words at the moment
Have had them tickertape through my mind as I go into a sort of daydream like state and they come through me is the only way I can explain it
Very occationally I fiddle a bit with how words are arranged and sometimes if I do that feel I cannot settle on a poem as its varieties seem infinite
Often dislike my poems as soon as written and dont think of them as such even though I feel compelled to write them down
Used to destroy them entirely sometimes which I now regret
Any sort of response is very welcome ;o)
Yehudi menuin
playing loud in the background
your leaving home
my darling
20 and 12
all at once
he had you
I've had him
we roll on
death has no beauty
it is null and void
vacant
as is life
life is ugly actually
death is void
there is a beauty in non existance maybe
or no awareness of it
like a tree?
maybe
who knows if a tree is aware
or animals
well they are but
maybe not fraught
wondering the importance of existance
or non
do u ever wonder
if they do
i do
often
wonder
whenever i see documentries
plaster has fallen away
from fronts of buildings
laid bare
the brickwork underneath
like skeleton without flesh
jawbone & bared teeth
where cheek has been ripped away
death visits
and takes tea
too stretched ribbons
we are
a tape unravelled and
all out of shape
played backwards
we hold a differant message
Once apon a time
i thought i loved you
now im not so sure
was it love that kept me faithful
or desire
to be
safe...
I feel I am a faithless lover
for I have strayed
not to another
but further than either imagined I would
from you
we dice
and hold the upper hand
with fortunes won hard but
life is a dog and we are curs
with fates befit a mutt
skin
a sheen of sweat
cries ring out
sheets
all tangled agony
vomit foetid air
contract
cryout
subside
a birthing
no pink and downy babe is this
a mucus clot
a jellied mass
a river of blood and tears
a termination
of what wasn't quite
a tractor passes feeding out
calves for the slaughter
the sun shines
birds sing
all oblivious of anything
a death and life goes on
i know i havent written for so long
and also that this explanation isn't neccessary
i know instinctively you understand completely without one
that i can just come back and it will be as if i never left
rude friend i can be because
we are we
i've missed you
why give voice
to nonsense words like
normal
average
love
and truth
none
of which
are any use
i wrote you a love poem
it came straight from my heart
i wish i hadnt given it
cos now we're at the part
where instead of showing pleasure
or giving me a kiss
you say that it's a good one
might well be a laundry list
I have snow white scented lillies blooming
golden rods within
your fragrance
i imagine
your skin
and as for teaching others
you can only tell them truths
as they occur
was a bit hot in somerset today
i sweat
cool breeze off the beach
into the shop
it rains
flowers bloom
men sigh
i cry
red pulses
heartbeat
where have i been
you
in my veins surge
on re discovering
no hope
we lie
dying
I've missed so many poems
time flew while i was gone
come back and look at what is here
where do i begin
i want to answer comments
reply to all the poems
tell the folks ive missed you all
and thanks for hanging in
despite me going missing
without much of a word
you've stayed and let me know
my absence not absurd
so thank you all for staying
and reading what i've wrote
i hope you understand i care
just by this little note
the world removed
a childs world
idyllically drifting with the wind
sloughing off dreary earthbound millstones
free and rising with intense delight
god we're a pair of fucked up kids
ugly yet so beautiful
why are we here
old while so young
we will live forever
