unhappy

unhappy is a memory we hide so well
one morning we wake up and forget we ever were
we cling to happy for our survival
cherishing, nurturing, giving
all the care we might offer a house plant
unhappy we hide in the recesses of mind
tucked away, file unfound and almost forgotten


Copyright © 2011 by Eryll Oellermann

what ever love is...

what is love ...

a question, an answer
it is sometimes a curse
a needing, a longing
a blinding starburst

love is gentle and giving
both quiet and loud
it's fiery and frenzied
yet soft as a cloud

it is born and it grows
it may live, it may die
it brings pain and pleasure
a smile and a sigh

it can tear you apart
it might drive you insane
you may fall in and out
yet it's never the same

love opens our minds
to romantic new notions
of roses, deep red
and magic love potions

love speeds up our pulse
our heart might well ache
love is so powerful
it can make a heart break

some love is forever
some just for a while
some walk life together
some share for a mile

whatever love is...
a mysterious state
two souls bound as one
intended by fate

Copyright © 2011 by Eryll Oellermann

wind song

how hard can the wind blow, how loud can it howl? pretty damn hard it would seem!

since moving to ayrshire i have lived on or pretty near to the coast, where, strangely enough there would seem to be a dearth of tall trees. perhaps due to the some what forceful breezes which batter our beautiful coast in the winter time!
the animal doctor's home has some fairly large trees, she resides somewhat nearer to the middle than to the west coast...
cryptic huh??

the point is, she has trees, perhaps it would be more correct to say ... there are trees growing in her garden!
when mamma wind blows, she sings through the trees. she howls, she moans. mamma wind is one bad tempered old lady today.