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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: Memories: 10 of 492

Memory's Muse. The inner poet calls us when our heart will not look in We read a word from someone's soul We feel their lifetime's pain and joy and deeper delve, all unaware that Memories are lurking there. You take a peek, choose one you know Put pen to paper, feel the glow as Memory's life begins to grow. The words they fo...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pen & paper: 1 of 22

The Lost Poem Sitting on the floor of my bedroom one evening I 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 writing and opened the door into my heart with all my dreams and prayers for him. The words flowed - the promise...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Joy in love: 5 of 106

It is night time and the moon is new. We lay naked, you and I: hands clasped bodies barely touching: and we float. We float into the deep in each other's eyes: cool still immeasurable depth: and our bodies fall away not needed the vacancy protected by our still joined hands. And here on this midnight lake our spirits soak up...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Tears: 11 of 210

Two Tears. I cried two tears when you went away. One from each eye: one for pain and one for relief. They rolled unnoticed down my face fell to the floor and lay there in the dirt they are still there these two tears ... waiting waiting ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Coffee: 7 of 108

Coffee O'Clock 'Tis coffee o'clock and I set up my trusty popcorn maker on the top of the washing machine - precious horizontal space so rare - tip in the green beans and flick the switch close my eyes and breathe in the wafting aroma of freshly roasting coffee first crack passes wait for second to indicate perfect timing co...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Pets as part of the family: 5 of 60

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 to disable reproduction in family pets. Everyone swapped puppies and kittens in breeding season; and t...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Glimmers of hope: 14 of 102

Pandora's Hope I opened a pot of gold today to see what I could find Pandora's Hope shone out at me colours banded intertwined. They moved, they twirled till they were set to take a journey 'round the world. I watched them soar up in the sky raindrops falling through their light o'er the ocean into the night I'm riding colou...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ending a relationship: 41 of 282

Before. These are not the feelings I had for you. No this is not love at all. Perhaps it would be better if I had not tried at all. Could I have cared more? Could I care again? I cannot quite remember the inflections in my voice when I spoke to you - - of you before. Could I have tried harder? Should I have tried at all? You...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sitting meditation: 1 of 5

Silken Soul. I wrap my head in silk and sit quietly doing nothing. Silken wrap Silken body Soft on my soul. Light in the flame light in my heart light in my soul. Love in my heart come to me be with me come with me now. Wrap your silken soul in mine. Partake of my love take my love: it is wrapped in silk for you. Silence now.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Weddings: 12 of 58

The Wedding. Webs and spiders in white - twisting, turning, spinning patterns fine and smooth. Ties and tails in black hanging in pursuit of formality. A long straight road - bending and turning with every step. And looking down it - fine patterns moving slowly slowly forward. Coloured lights in streams through glass - a fli...