Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
Slowly you come on, slowly you press down.
Seeping and soothing, but darkening my dreams.
Soon my futures are all dun.
| ||Beneath dark clouds|
The sky is behind dark clouds,
And the moon
Still pulls away somehow
Lighting the night
In a shade of different blue.
Once, when the rustle of leaves
on the dried branches of my forest dies
and when the traces of beasts
hidden in my vastness disappear
| ||What Is Written in the Dark by War|
You can no longer warm your cold hands, nor offer them in friendship. You have time to look back only once to see the life of your friendship with the flowers, the pleasure you take in love, the light ignited in your heart of hearts.
I should like to draw
The curtains and imagine
The clouds scrolling across the sky
And playing on the earth
Like shadow theatre.
Russian Giants were our favourites -
they could top ten feet
with flowers to match
and a big broad smile that was designed to catch
| ||Alberta Bound (V3)|
I own a gate to this prairie
that ends facing the Rocky Mountains.
| ||The mad dance of Joyce Carol Oates across the page|
You welcomed tigers -
Paraded them at the zoo.
My ill winter sun.
| ||The lotus flower|
If I were in charge
I would change the yellow white
and the white green.....
and the green red.......
and the red stone..........
| ||Those Eyes|
Can you peer through those eyes?
The radiance must be blinding.
As I gaze into them I've come to understand
what the ancients must have felt,
looking up toward the shimmering night sky.