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Eileen Prunster Aug 2012
all the love poems
I wrote for you
you didn't throw away
I never sent them
Eileen Prunster Aug 2012
Her face alight
with laughter
and memories shared
She is young
once more
my mother
Eileen Prunster Aug 2012
Love is not a plan
you fall into it
with arms legs mind heart
guts
free falling
like alice
down the rabbit hole
Eileen Prunster Aug 2012
love
unraveled
the sleeve
i wore
my heart on
Laddered (of a knitted garment) To develop a ladder as a result of a broken thread
Eileen Prunster Aug 2012
I see him walking towards me
he has a kind of loose limbed rangy walk
as he swings through rotating city doors
I can't find it in me to talk
his presence leaves me floored
a cowboy from out on the range
on a visit to city he's bored
and feeling more than strange
face creased like aged leather
he works out in all weather
how i wish we had met
on the range
not a set
and lived on into
happy forever
I've always been attracted to the idea of life on the range with a taciturn cowboy...;o)  mind you romantic visioning is quite differant from reality often   I did live off the grid and only cold running water in a 3 room cabin with 3 children once for awhile Lol that woke me up :oD
Eileen Prunster Aug 2012
all caught up
in looking at the world
in wonder
a child
does not see
ugly
Eileen Prunster Aug 2012
will we scour this earth
bone white
a skull
picked clean
of eye and soul
Thinking about this planet and the human legacy
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