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About me - Jane Eliza

Born into the post-WWII baby boom, I spent my pre-teen years in a dusty country town in the centre of NSW, Australia. Those years define me, and left me with a touch of numbness around the centre of my heart. I write, mainly poetry, to massage that numbness

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pen & paper: 1 of 21
The Lost PoemSitting on the floorof my bedroomone eveningI took paper - scrap, destined for lesser things than penning a poem to my son for his eighteenth birthday -and pencil - B2, definite broad soft in the writingand opened the doorinto my heartwith all my dreams and prayersfor him.The words flowed -the promise of care,the... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Tears: 11 of 229
Two Tears.I cried two tearswhen you went away.One from each eye:one for pain and one for relief.They rolled unnoticeddown my facefell to the floorand lay there in the dirtthey are still therethese two tears ... waitingwaiting ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spiders: 2 of 37
Relativity.I see you there Spider:your eight legsquickly moving along the ground.You are so smallreally.Is it that far to the wall?How strange -it's just a step or twoto me.I find it hardto see through your eyes.That web of yours - so fine:spectrum of the morning sun -so fragile a structure.I could not beginto construct a scu... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Pets as part of the family: 5 of 67
Our Feline Family.I recall many cats from my very early childhood mostly the Siamese family.Dodo, Slinter and Kinkajou were the adults and they'd all been in the family before I was born. In those days, it wasn't the norm todisable reproduction in family pets. Everyone swapped puppies and kittens in breeding season; and they ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Joy in love: 9 of 103
It is night timeand the moon is new.We lay naked, you and I:hands claspedbodies barely touching:and we float.We float into the deepin each other's eyes:cool still immeasurable depth:and our bodies fall awaynot neededthe vacancy protectedby our still joined hands.And here on this midnight lakeour spirits soak upthe deep blueim... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Creation: 6 of 66
Creation.A crash! A roar!A thunderboltpowered by a mightyHandthen silence, and a world is made.A world?A mass of dark and impassionateemptiness.No world this.A flash!A brilliant streak of lightas if.... as if....That mass of dark is splitand light shines forth.That emptiness is hiddenin the Passionof Creation.A flower:See! a ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories: 50 of 540
Memory's Muse.The inner poet calls us when our heart will not look inWe read a word from someone's soulWe feel their lifetime's pain and joyand deeper delve, all unawarethat Memories are lurking there.You take a peek, choose one you knowPut pen to paper, feel the glow as Memory's lifebegins to grow.The words they form, they a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Coffee: 9 of 76
Coffee O'Clock'Tis coffee o'clockand I set up my trusty popcorn makeron the top of the washing machine- precious horizontal space so rare -tip in the green beans and flick the switchclose my eyes and breathe in the wafting aromaof freshly roasting coffeefirst crack passeswait for second to indicateperfect timingcool the beans... More..
Home & Garden > Gardening (Other) True gardening stories: My most inspiring garden experience: 16 of 131
It was 1983. Next year my Soul Comforter would be old enough to start school. It was time to take him out of the City, out of the concrete blocks used to house people, out of the smelly air, away from sirens in the night.We headed for the Mountains and the real estate agent gave us the address.The fence was tall timber and ol... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ode to roadkill: 1 of 8
I'm So Sorry.We were in a hurry that afternoon.I saw the unavoidable shadowfelt the thump: someone's catwe thought.You hugged me through our tears,quickly, becausetrains don't wait for stragglers.Had you been a catI would have gonesearching the street for your hometo break the newsof your broken body.You were not a catbut a p... More..