Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
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
| ||Her eyes had this downcast look|
Rooka gave me her old
clothes. Old clothes
covered with lace. T-
shirts filled with holes.
| ||All In good Use|
Lazy for long to hints obtuse,
Steeped in slush slippery lubricities ,
Idling away long days equally lax lethargic,
Clear of strict edgy disciplinary precision
| ||Monuments of Seven Boats|
I would as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down. - Robert Frost, 1935
Thrown up by the earth, and violently.
Long journey down again to earth, slow and slowly.
It's a long ride, and seldom fun.
| ||The Conceit|
Beneath all sense and sensation
Where the secret gears revolve,
Where the snap and slap of molecules
| ||Analysandly blind|
Came the call.
The lunatics have escaped!
They hide within
The closing walls.
| ||Results all speak for themselves |
Each permanent aspect lovingly shaped,
Each linear detail painstakingly cast ,
Results then speak directly for themselves
Like ties that in perpetual time enduring last.
| ||Translations from the Cinema - Ballad of a Soldier|
The boy is young, but with his country invaded, he is first of all a soldier.
He performs such an unexpected heroism that he is given leave to visit his home.
He has ten days.
There are chaotic conditions, there are many adventures, many diversions,
| ||Jerusalem after its fall|
This maternal arrangement is so
unexpected. The feeling of these
passing habits. These dry leaves
in autumn. A departure from the smoke found in truth and
miracles. Stones inherited this