Thursday, 27 March 2008
on the move
designated writer is on the move.
new place, new name ...
if you, dear reader, are still interested in the on going saga of the life and times of one ordinary mortal...
namely...
me...
email me at my email address (if you have it) or reeflightning@googlemail.com and i will send you the new name and blog address.
Monday, 17 March 2008
poetic justice
juniper berries are used
to flavour gin
left overs are tasty
to the truly hungry
if you are chained
you long for freedom
how much experience
makes you experienced
today's nightmare
yesterday's dream
hope is a sullied trap
irresistible to the unwary
is their an afterlife
where love goes when it dies
how hard must one look
to find poetry in justice
ice left in the sun
mostly melts
All materials Copyright © 2004-2008 by Eryll Oellermann
Sunday, 9 March 2008
the girl in pink pyjamas
i'm a girl without doubt
or i was, maybe now
i'm a woman
i liked boys and their toys
tea parties and dolls
ribbons and bows were for others
not me, i liked horses and hats
my ma said
you look pretty in dresses
you can't ride a horse
or play war games in dresses
i was always ...
just me
they smiled when i met him
they adored him
the man who would make a woman
out of me
he took my hand and smiled into my eyes
he held me close
he loved my jeans and shared his shirts
with me, we grew a family
and laughed and loved
sometimes, i even wore a skirt
my favourite colour changed
from blue to purple,lilac,pink
sweet dreams are not always meant to last
my life became an accidental avalanche
swept helpless into the place
of more alone
to stay awhile in sadness
then venture out wide eyed
an adult me, unbalanced and unknowing
to fall in love again
to dive and swim in love's lagoon
find passion in the arms of her
and find myself anew
unchanged, just me
a girl in pink pyjamas
All materials Copyright © 2004-2008 by Eryll Oellermann
Saturday, 1 March 2008
you must be kidding!
i am fast approaching sixty...
with some apprehension i might add...
after all, i have decided to celebrate this milestone by having my ear pierced AND indulging in a tattoo.
wild and wicked stuff for a small town girl!
this year past, i have been surveying my skin, wondering...
which part of me is least likely to wrinkle...
well...less than the devastation which has already occurred.
my face ...
not much to be done about that!
that gentle quote "you are born with the face god gives you.
you die with the face you deserve."
so...
my face tells a tale of too much sun and too many cigarettes. years of laughter and smiling and perhaps a little scowling!
i'm not complaining, i'm fond of my face...things could be worse.
the rest of me, at least the sun exposed portions were worthy of some attention...
perhaps they could be saved, or at least encouraged to resist the ravages of time.
and so it came to be, eryll, the unadorned, suddenly took to haunting the supermarket aisles. searching for the answer to an eternally youthful skin.
i found a lotion, claiming to be age defying, it smelled good, it did not leave my skin feeling sticky or oily (a definite no no!), it fell within a price range i could almost afford.
thus it began...
the daily ritual.
there i was, massaging the miracle cream onto my arms when i found it...
on my right elbow...
a big, soft lump...hmmmm
i took myself off to the doctor, the young fellow who has a rather weird sense of humour.
bursitis... what!
not possible...
gardeners, painters, floor washers. people who play sport, folks who work...
these are the people who end up with bursitis.
couch potatoes like me...
no way!
although... holding up a hardcover book and reaching for the tv remote may be classed as repetitive exercise?
i really don't care to spend the rest of my allotted with a lumpy elbow.
somehow does not seem to fit in with my self image!
the doc assures me it will sort itself out in a month or two. evidently i am to be congratulated as it is not infected and is therefore painless.
ain't life in'erestin'...
with some apprehension i might add...
after all, i have decided to celebrate this milestone by having my ear pierced AND indulging in a tattoo.
wild and wicked stuff for a small town girl!
this year past, i have been surveying my skin, wondering...
which part of me is least likely to wrinkle...
well...less than the devastation which has already occurred.
my face ...
not much to be done about that!
that gentle quote "you are born with the face god gives you.
you die with the face you deserve."
so...
my face tells a tale of too much sun and too many cigarettes. years of laughter and smiling and perhaps a little scowling!
i'm not complaining, i'm fond of my face...things could be worse.
the rest of me, at least the sun exposed portions were worthy of some attention...
perhaps they could be saved, or at least encouraged to resist the ravages of time.
and so it came to be, eryll, the unadorned, suddenly took to haunting the supermarket aisles. searching for the answer to an eternally youthful skin.
i found a lotion, claiming to be age defying, it smelled good, it did not leave my skin feeling sticky or oily (a definite no no!), it fell within a price range i could almost afford.
thus it began...
the daily ritual.
there i was, massaging the miracle cream onto my arms when i found it...
on my right elbow...
a big, soft lump...hmmmm
i took myself off to the doctor, the young fellow who has a rather weird sense of humour.
bursitis... what!
not possible...
gardeners, painters, floor washers. people who play sport, folks who work...
these are the people who end up with bursitis.
couch potatoes like me...
no way!
although... holding up a hardcover book and reaching for the tv remote may be classed as repetitive exercise?
i really don't care to spend the rest of my allotted with a lumpy elbow.
somehow does not seem to fit in with my self image!
the doc assures me it will sort itself out in a month or two. evidently i am to be congratulated as it is not infected and is therefore painless.
ain't life in'erestin'...
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