walk about

i think it might be time for designatedwriter to take some time off. take a bit of a mental walk about.

this blog was to be about the good and bad times, the trials and traumas of my long distance relationship with herself.

i always imagined that we would be together forever...

the fates begged to differ.

perhaps, some time in the future, cupid's arrow will once more pierce my heart and i will feel the need to write...
about love, lust and laughter.
rather difficult for me to imagine right now, while my heart is still owned by a missing but magical muse.

so...
a break...
a time to mend...

allow me to share a few of the many, many poems i wrote for herself.



love is

a sweet obsession
a chain reaction exploding
heart and mind and soul
allowing fusion of two souls
two bodies
two minds
in one burning nova
designed by the creator
to grow and become as one
in the gentle spirituality
of love forever deepening
never fear the passion
driven by, given by
the universe
in wondrous understanding
of our human separateness
our inability to cleave
one to another
without first experiencing
the magnificent obsession
the fire of the new
engulfing the senses
removing our barriers of protection
in an unending need to experience
the other

All materials Copyright © 2004-2007 by Eryll Oellermann



would you


would you choose
to be adored
pursued and courted
seldom bored

would you choose
a woman boy
who so desires
to bring you joy

would you choose
the poet's heart
that so yearns
when far apart

would you choose
a mind quite strange
filled with thoughts
allowed free range

would you choose
to share my space
walk together
and keep pace

would you choose
to love me so
eternal endless
timeless flow

would you choose
would you dare
to be together
everywhere

would you choose
the different way
caring not
what others say

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lost heart

time staggers from minute to minute
in a drawn out parody of reality
an hour, a day, eternity
the reflected gaze endured
the sight of empty eyes
a mirror of the emptiness
of the mourning soul
the leaden weight of a lost heart
still beating when there is no need

All materials Copyright © 2004-2007 by Eryll Oellermann


a little less



blue skies today and sunshine
my pain a little less
my heart a little lighter
perhaps love is only an addiction
causing agonizing withdrawal
day three, day seven
three weeks, three months
enduring addictive resurgences
upsurges of regret
for the lost love ,the missing romance
nudging at the brain,causing irritation
feelings of self denial
once more requiring willpower
perhaps love is only a habit
which if resisted will retreat
turning the pain of today
into the gentle memory of tomorrow

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obsession


the words which once ran free
stir sluggish in the river bed
run dry in a land of drought
the arid landscape taunts
the wordsmith without prose
lost in a dream without a muse

in self defence the muse has fled
cloak clasped tight around her
face invisible beneath the black hood
a widow without the benefit of death
no longer able to endure the pain
the sharp edge of obsession

no words exist to share the pain
endured by a word spinner sans muse
the careless swirl of inspiration
now absent in a mind grown still
the process of thought dormant
language now a tasteless dish

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beloved she
beloved she wolf

words of love
pour sweetly from my mind
my heart, my soul
they flow free and easy
to my fingertips
an eternal outpouring
a celebration of gratitude
for my woman
my beloved she wolf
she who knows my mind
understands the wild in me
she who runs the night with me
enjoying the dark silence
the play of moonlight
the smell of damp earth
revels in the play of wind
she, companion of my days, my nights
she who sees the magic in the stars
wise enough to consider the impossible
strong enough to have faith in the unprovable
she who loves me
for who i am
beloved she wolf

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my friend


i lost more than my love
when i walked away
i lost my friend
i lost her laughter and her sparkle
her intelligence and wit
i left behind the fun times
the giggles and the play
the quiet times, so comfortable
the odd comment passed
or sentence read aloud
i lost my friend, my confidant
i left her admiration, her respect
the company of her understanding
i will ever mourn her loss
such a friend is precious
a universal gift

All materials Copyright © 2004-2007 by Eryll Oellermann



i dream

i dream of you
now at last i dream of you
i dream of you now i have lost you
the mind a subtle torture chamber
taunting with past images
emotional failure
at last allows access
to the memory bed of us

why now
this parade of past happiness
prising me from sleep
in the cold sweat of lost future

All materials Copyright © 2004-2007 by Eryll Oellermann