In other words . . .

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GONE TO GEMARIS

Free fall and dive into new dawns.

Endless space, horizons lost on causes

left for others to whine about.


Gone to Gemaris way beyond

chocolate covered milky ways

diluting the purpose. Escaping by

choice to my private space.


In Time settled by dreams cried out loud

with stories told to hold my fantasies of

wizards and fairies the way I can see them.


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READ MORE POETRY IN URSULA'S BOOK "Gone to Gemaris", published on 
Amazon.com worldwide as a paperback and on kindle as an 
e-book.

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Contemplation - Photo by Ursula Tillmann

   

During my last attempt

to shop, I left the basket

with my illusions at the till.

I could not bear the shoving

at the cashier's booth to

check out with the burden

of promises on sale ...

UNDRESSING SHADOWS

Tired of waking I long for the night

Undressing shadows, folding their gowns.

And empty malls with small

servings on tiny plates.

For minds who keep silent when

winds orchestrate tales.




I long for weeping willows which don't

cry when branches shed leaves.

And green meadows in blossom idling

time, before ours runs out.



I long for fresh bread without

watching games at the Coliseum.

And cool spring water splashing my face

to wake what's left of the day ...

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The Quell of Life.