eileen-prunster
English
Photos taken in the garden 2011.... one of me one of my golden elm in spring / / 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)
Wind
violent servant of a bruised sky
churns the sea...
flinging salt water mountains
that shatter on the shore
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
I have two vines
with nodding heads
they look just like giraffes ...
long necks peering in
heads curled up in loops
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
I'm so tired
I feel like
I'm falling
through space
all my fears
rush into the silence
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
The lake was blue and silver
alive with dragonflies
the air cool and still
stars unmoving
we had carried the heat of the fields
with us all day
brushing against each other
like sun against grass
clothes we had discarded
a tangle on the ground
still held something of that warmth
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
I glance at you
lying on the grass
dozing in the sun
arms clasped behind your head
so familiar
yet
containing a universe
a history
perceptions I will never know
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
the middle of the night
shallow restless sleep
a
singularly
wild
idea
occurs
but sleep spawned revelations
from the subconcious
wither
and die
of ridicule at dawn
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
spring has sprung
or haven't you heard
can't you tell
by the singing of birds?
winter has gone
and it's not too late
but there you exist
behind a closed gate
sat at your desk
no listening to birds
how you don't live
I find quite absurd
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
i didnt know wether
to leave you
a note
or not
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
He smiled weakly
and offered up
this
"I'll be dead in 5 yrs if you don't come back"
he said it was a love declared
and couldn't see why I was scared
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
Giving birth
is like being eviserated
the umbilical cord
pulls your insides out
they trail forever after
the children you've born
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC