there we were
waiting in the wet
for a glimpse
of artistic genius
available free
on a sunday afternoon
after three
so we and
every other tourist
in barcelona
were motionless
in a crocodile like queue
which wound it's way
back beyond sight
perhaps i am lacking
divine insight
but i would rather die
dry and unenlightened
than spend so many
of my remaining hours
in a line of dancing umbrellas
waiting for picasso
Copyright © 2013 by Eryll Oellermann
"Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth” - Pablo Picasso
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Sunday, 21 April 2013
for the meantime
i live in a valley
halfway between two places
few folks have ever heard of
unless of course they're scottish
or more likely, ayrshire bred
six miles from
girvan, a small harbour town
on the west coast
just over the water lies ailsa craig
where they once mined the granite
for curling stones
travel north six miles
via roads which dip and climb
on the way to ayr
and pass through maybole
where nothing in particular happens
although it once was, i believe
quite a hub of industrial activity
so there is dailly
where for the meantime i live
built in a valley
a river winds through it
upon a time coal miners lived here
and worked the mines
until they closed
and left dailly
still
six miles from maybole
six miles from girvan
Copyright © 2013 by Eryll Oellermann
halfway between two places
few folks have ever heard of
unless of course they're scottish
or more likely, ayrshire bred
six miles from
girvan, a small harbour town
on the west coast
just over the water lies ailsa craig
where they once mined the granite
for curling stones
travel north six miles
via roads which dip and climb
on the way to ayr
and pass through maybole
where nothing in particular happens
although it once was, i believe
quite a hub of industrial activity
so there is dailly
where for the meantime i live
built in a valley
a river winds through it
upon a time coal miners lived here
and worked the mines
until they closed
and left dailly
still
six miles from maybole
six miles from girvan
Copyright © 2013 by Eryll Oellermann
the dark tower
the dark tower of thoth
stands rooted in rock
where dark seas will argue
no stranger dares knock
there, arrogance reigns
in the mind of a god
who oversees death
with an ankh and a rod
the left eye of Ra
pale cresent moon lighting
the white sacred ibis
with serpents found fighting
tales of the past
surrounded in mystery
when gods roamed the earth
now fabled in history
Copyright © 2013 by Eryll Oellermann
Friday, 19 April 2013
tormented
tormented, tormentor
torment today
blue skies and lost sheep
like life in a way
warmer not colder
a pleasant surprise
meteor showers
like a fabric of lies
Copyright © 2013 by Eryll Oellermann
Wednesday, 10 April 2013
another strolling cow
the question must be asked
will i need a ventilator
will the smoking kill my lungs
maybe sooner maybe later
if you're born then you must die
does it really matter how
i still find life attractive
so i'd rather not go now
another day of sunshine
another strolling cow
another tree for kids to climb
another field to plough
remind me to remember
when my mind begins to slow
the adventure of my journey
the trials which helped me grow
Copyright © 2013 by Eryll Oellermann
will i need a ventilator
will the smoking kill my lungs
maybe sooner maybe later
if you're born then you must die
does it really matter how
i still find life attractive
so i'd rather not go now
another day of sunshine
another strolling cow
another tree for kids to climb
another field to plough
remind me to remember
when my mind begins to slow
the adventure of my journey
the trials which helped me grow
Copyright © 2013 by Eryll Oellermann
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