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Eileen Prunster Dec 2012
internal
eternal
eternal
internal
never
ending
struggle
Eileen Prunster Dec 2012
unless alone
i am a goldfish in a bowl
everyone else
bumps up against the glass
Eileen Prunster Dec 2012
birds in flight
crystals falling
breathless silence frozen
sun explodes
dazzling light
wings shatter imploding
Inspired by an abstract christmas card front....
I had an image of birds in flight on high and a snow covered landscape under
snow time stilled silent
then the sun broke over the snow dazzling
the birds swooped low and the sound of wings broke the moment
Eileen Prunster Nov 2012
computers gone bananas
it's driving me insane
the pages scrolling up and down
then down and up again

replying to the poems
is taking me an age
I click onto the comment box
go to another page....:o(

so if I'm seeming tardy
please do not take offence
it isn't that I'm snubbing you
comps down is my defence
Having frustrating issues with my comp the last handful of days
Eileen Prunster Nov 2012
That inexplicable fluttering in the stomach
a feeling in the air almost like held breath
if you keep still and silent
you can almost hear something coming
not music
not voices
but a silent tension that heralds
and i feel if i wait long enough
something exciting is going to happen
to me
any second now
if i can just keep still and quiet enough...
although what i expect to happen at my age
i don't know
it happens at the begining of every summer
and I feel a girl again
full of breathless inexplicable excitment
where you know anything can happen
and will...
not sure I've managed to explain what I'm trying to, perhaps others know what I mean anyway despite the poem not being particulary good, do you ever get that feeling? at the begining of summer where you feel a teenager again almost holding your breath waiting for something magic you know will arrive if you can just keep still and be open
Eileen Prunster Nov 2012
coffee grounds
with a dash of
grapefruit
flowing
thro my veins
Eileen Prunster Nov 2012
eyelashes flutter
like butterflies
under my kiss
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