Biography of Elinor Auerbach
I am 17 and living with my parents on a small farm in South Africa just outside of Durban, KZN. I have always had an interest in the written word and have loved to write poems since I was very young. I attend the local Steiner/Waldorf school in KZN (Roseway Waldorf School) and will be finishing December of next year (2008) . From there I am hoping to study the performing arts and literature at varsity and will see what happens from there.
Elinor Auerbach's Works:
I recently managed to get a collection of 29 of my poems published with a local publishing company 'Leopard Press' which belongs to a man named Neill Stevenson who greatly helped me in the whole publishing process. The poems are a selection of some of my poems that I have written over the last 2 years and some of which are/will soon be here for you to view.
Elinor Auerbach Poems
He turns his head to face her Eyes glimmering in the golden glow of late afternoon His hand, so carefully sculpted, To form the delicate veins that curve
Deep in the depths of a lotus Lies a stillness Caught and held there like the gap Between Two words
Locked in chains of silence So heavy hard and cold Each link a deadly secret Which still remains untold
I place down my foot And watch As the grains of sand race to form The quiet avalanche of my passing
The Wisdom Of A Child
I heard a sound behind me The softness of a sigh I turned to see a child and I couldn’t just walk by
A Moment In Time
She is poised… Ready for flight Her head is turned toward me Her eyes catch the moonlight.
Tears are strange things. Pearls of salty water Caressing faces with soft healing hands Gliding down the contours of a face
Whispering dreams of romance Haunt my poetry I plot an epic chapter of love
Picture flames; Freedom dancing in a sacred wave of light Celebrate this moment Flickering passion
An Artist At Work
Slipping through the darkness Hood up, mask on, Spray can at the ready. He stands before his concrete canvas
A shadow of a figure Haunts the smoothness of the sands A shiver of a sound haunts the silence A pathway on the ground
A Moment In Time
She is poised…
Ready for flight
Her head is turned toward me
Her eyes catch the moonlight.
The moment stretched through time,
A moment of pure silence,
A moment of sheer beauty,
No hint of any violence.