We may be all specks
In this big old Universe
But we all matter.


Eileen Auger

6/8/14

I thought
that with the end
of a long, cold winter
my spirits would lift.

I thought
that the sun's brilliant warmth
and the colors of Spring
would sooth my soul.

I thought
that my summer friends
would come out of hiding
and share themselves with me.

I thought
that I was turning a corner,
that I could get on with
whatever it is I am supposed to do.

Apparently,
I thought wrong.


Eileen Auger
6/2/14

Lying on the beach
Surrounded by murmurs
Of conversation
Children laughing at play
And the soft rustle above
Of heart-shaped leaves
Dancing in a brisk breeze.

All once familiar
Yet now foreign,
It occurs to me ,
That I no longer fit,
Have ceased belonging
In that comfortable way
Of former times
When you loved me

I no longer fit
In the world of couples
Though they kindly try
To include me
If only occasionally
It just isn't the same
Any longer

Feeling fragmented
I dole out bits of myself
Almost stingily
Guarding carefully
My inmost thoughts
Smiling as if all is
As it should be
But it isn't
And maybe never was

When you were here
I felt safe and whole
For the first time ever
Secure, wanted, needed
Now I am a puzzle piece
Of an odd shape
That no longer fits
In the larger scheme
Of humanity

Perhaps I have lived
All these years
In a mindset
Of childish fantasies
Now suddenly dashed
Like letting go unwillingly
Of Santa and the Easter Bunny
Maybe this is Life
Seen without benefit
Of rose-colored glasses
Maybe, maybe not

Eileen Auger

Do you ever look around
at the world you inhabit today,
as if waking from a dream world,
wondering how you arrived
at this particular place and time?

Have you ever gazed at
the person sleeping beside you,
so familiar and loved,
suddenly seeing a stranger
you don't really know?

Have you ever tried
to see deep inside the shell
of skin and bones
that is your physical self,
and wondered  Who am I?

Eileen Auger
5/28/14

Hello, my darling!
Even if you can't hear me,
I need to say it.

Eileen Auger
5/16/14

Stepping outside
my dark cave of thought
I enter the "real world",
senses jolted
like walking out of
the imaginary world
of a darkened theater
into  blinding sunlight.

The sun's enveloping heat,
Woodpecker's rat-a-tat
search for insects
on a nearby tree,
twittering songbirds
flitting  across clear skies,
purple Iris' lacy edges
beginning to turn brown,
newly budded tree branches
waving in the wind,
grass clippings
giving off their sweet scent,

And in the near distance,
sounds of other humans
going about their
daily business of living,
overlaying Nature's sounds.

A little bit of guilt
stirs beneath the surface,
chiding me gently
for the waste of a day
which others call Reality.

And I wonder,
Is my private little cave
of creativity
any less real?

Eileen Auger
5/12/14

Unwanted items
turn into yard sale treasures
for somebody else.

The thrill of the hunt
Faded away long ago.
For me, less is more.

There's nothing I need.
Just one thing I really want--
but can never have.


E. Auger

5/12/14