the waiting

the waiting time grows stretched
my restless heart impatient for together
would that time were liquid, flowing
i would lift the glass of heavy hours
drink them down in haste and greed
swift cast the glass aside and wait
for that first glimpse of xanadu
pounding heart and short caught breath
eyes eager for your loving smile
the infinite knowing of completion


All materials Copyright © 2004-2008 by Eryll Oellermann

fascination

i swore, no really ... i kinda promised myself...
i will never write about me and herself. never again, not ever.
i mean, i am pretty sure almost everyone is bored to tears with our on again, off again love affair.
we were no longer together, we were still friends ... all good.
nothing to write about, no need to write, no problem!

so how come ...
i have a ticket, dated the 30/10/08, time 8.00am ... destination ... new york?

ahah! ... you may surmise ...
the reef has been invited to address the people of new york!
a poetry reading?
a political statement?

nah ... absolutely not, well not yet anyway. the time will come ... no doubt, just ain't yet!

so what could possibly draw me across the pond?

love, my friends ... LOVE!
and fascination ...

it would appear that my endless fascination with one short arsed, sassy, jewish/italian, bronx babe ...
continues!

rope the wind

i dedicate this poem to margo moon over at the starr ann chronicles. something you said ... thanks pardner!







rope the wind

i was born to be free
i don't fit the mold
not a girl not a boy
not young yet not old

i live life in freefall
i follow my gut
my morals are iffy
still, i'm hardly a slut

i drive way too fast
play music too loud
but i notice a flower
and see god in a cloud

my temper is quick
it rises like fire
who sets me alight
starts their own funeral pyre

i'm as sharp as a razor
i'm arrogant, wild
i can be unpleasant
especially when riled

if you tell me to do it
i probably won't
instructions annoy me
while requests really don't

i know how to love
how to ride the high wind
i know darkness and light
i'm good and i've sinned

if you need to define me
you are welcome to try
but you can't rope the wind
it belongs to the sky

All materials Copyright © 2004-2008 by Eryll Oellermann

simple enough?

i have reached a conclusion.

i expect too much!

my marriage was about 95% perfect ...
which has led to some dire misconceptions on my part, vis a viz future romantic relationships.

i reached a conclusion.
my new motto would be ...

"make no promises ... expect nothing"

sounds simple enough?

unfortunately not as easily achieved.

expectation is a stubborn mistress!