Biography of Ursula Tillmann
Ursula Tillmann was born and raised in Germany, Düsseldorf on a country estate. She won a scholarship to Canada where she later studied journalism. She has a Diploma of Applied Arts in Journalism Administration. Ursula worked for over twenty years as a reporter and editor for several newspapers and magazines in Canada and Europe in both English and German. She is now busy as a freelancer with focus on writing another contemporary novel about corruption and the sell-out of nature in the Canadian Rocky Mountains. That story is based on Plato's Republic. Nothing ever changes, she says regarding the similarities of people's behaviors then and now.
Her published poetry books include 'Gone to Gemaris' and Till Tales. In 2013 her novel 'Undressing Shadows', Postwar Germany, the story of two women and non-fiction 'From Hell to Freedom', Croatian Odyssey to Canada were published - available as paperbacks on amazon.com and e-book on kindle.
The author lives in the Rocky Mountains in Canmore, Alberta, Canada.
Ursula Tillmann's Works:
Plato in the Mountains
It's All Greed to Me
ISBN: 978 1535 102544
From Hell to Freedom
Croatian Odyssey to Canada
ISBN: 978 1492704362
Gone to Gemaris
ISBN 978 1484876633
Postwar Germany - Story of two women
ISBN 978148 1238601
(all available on amazon and kindle)
Seeds for New Dawns
Ursula Tillmann Poems
Finally there and within - all of me and more to come.
Sleep will not rest upon my dreams - the candle burns
I can feel the wind today, stronger than ever whipping away my tears of solitude and loneliness.
Rugged mountains cannot hinder the view beyond caged thoughts -
Wilted the blossom of planted dreams out there on my field of memories.
He Makes Me Smile...
Sometimes I just watch him sleeping... I gaze at his dreams
Thoughts outsourced to Lululand, to places texted and tubed in space beyond birds twittering
Godot Waiting For Che
Moments frozen eternities lost and nations paralyzed. Waiting for Godot
Gone To Gemaris
Free fall and dive into new dawns. Endless space horizons
Tired of waking I long for the night Undressing Shadows Folding their gowns.
Stillness around, the night has closed to find its dreamers.
And even though I had wandered a thousand miles toward my destination,
Silence withing, quiet from sorrow and pain taken away by the striking clock of spells.
I am the gentle breeze soothing your mind
the view beyond
caged thoughts -
too many moons.
Beyond the range
there is a vision
grassing my mind.
Hope nourished by
The chilly breeze
will not melt
beneath my skin.
I know the warmth
of new dreams