Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
| ||Point Counterpoint: Gorgons of This World|
Three winged monsters, females serpent haired, on end
Each ominous wing flap stark calling your attention,
Most rhythmic, purposeful, with 'look at me' command;
Ah, single glance would mean lifelong detention.
| ||2 am|
The early black
Is still unstirred
By yawning morning.
there was a war.
your great grandfathers
| ||All day I've dreamed of you|
Once, once you were like Persia to me.
For the last time, show me the ways
to love. Cue me its despair. It's hardship.
If you shine a light
size and shape of a pinhole
into the innermost inward,
you might catch a glimpse,
| ||Sky high love|
You keenly wait to hear what I have yet to say
As clouds of streaming white go drifting by.
Flowing silk saris
Surround painted faces,
Baubles and bangles
Still hang from the past.
| ||New Century|
The fog cleared
And the whaler glided
Into the bay as the workers
| ||Trance And Dental Medication|
No doubt the prospect of a tooth
Infected by a microbe's lack of ruth
Conjures scenes of horror and dismay
To convert each healthy hair from black to gray.
The sun was lazy in setting on our last day,
A Labor Day breeze cooled most repartee,
The drive back to the city would be delayed,
As Mike and Donna, in whose house was played,
This last summer weekend, our family's soiree.
The camera was set for o