slow cooking

a book on slow cooking
a basket of pegs
a small green duck
with bright orange legs
an empty container
which once held meringues
five paper plates
and a box with no fags
the debris of life
the way which i live
so much left behind
so much still to give

Copyright © 2012 by Eryll Oellermann

more questions than answers

i plough my way through life
some days require dogged determination
whilst others pass with easy ambulation
demanding nothing more than lazy co-operation

each day dawns and i make choices
this or that, now or then
my life a work in progress jigsaw
with more questions than answers


Copyright © 2012 by Eryll Oellermann

a frog's life

i am a frog
i'm still quite small
but then a frog
is seldom tall
i don't live out there
in the wild
i have a heated habitat
inside
sometimes i'm brown
at times i'm green
sometimes i'm kind of ...
inbetween
i have a pond
it's very small
but better than
no pond at all
i have some places
where i hide
a log, some plants
which haven't died
they feed me crickets
and meal worms
all guaranteed as ...
free from germs
in the day
i hide and sleep
and from me
you'll not hear a peep
but come the night
i'm wide awake
i swim and jump
eat cricket steak
my life's not bad
as frog's lives go
so i'll stay here
and try to grow


Copyright © 2012 by Eryll Oellermann

love is like

love is like the chicken pox
it appears suddenly
progresses rapidly
it itches and hurts
you end up covered in scabs
which you have a need to scratch
beware, should you do so
you will be scarred for life
as with all things natural
eventually it passes

Copyright © 2009 by Eryll Oellermann

love is a place

love is a place
we all want to be
our heart bound in chains
and finally free

it's knowing forever
and feeling no fear
love trusts in tomorrow
and all we hold dear

love opens the heart
we are gifted to share
today and tomorrow
together we dare

Copyright © 2012 by Eryll Oellermann

etched

Two beloved faces
Etched by the camera lens
Stored back to back
One for all the world
To know my mourning
The other secret and sacred
My loss private
My keening as silent
As my heart’s grave


Copyright © 2012 by Eryll Oellermann

reach

sometimes there is very little
reason to write
the world is distant
beyond my reach
friends are strangers
distance limited
my thoughts as dull
as a long buried blade
perhaps tomorrow
the clouds will lift
the sun will shine
on another new day
my ready smile
might even reach my eyes


Copyright © 2011 by Eryll Oellermann