Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
| ||In The Suburbs|
These streets are now well walked.
I know their spotted concrete patches,
Lightning cracks, tufts of wayward sprouting weeds,
| ||To a Friend Who Died in the Swamp|
Rivers meet in my eyes for you. Transfixed on the veiled Mound of the swamp, Lone Beholder of unsteady opera On rotten marble, You saw the reeds dancing To unknown winding plight, Smothering storms broken At your feet. Doors of the earth swung Into the da
| ||While watching cartoons|
You fill my soul with
leaf and paradise and the pulse of
blue light. Your shark
teeth like ivory.
| ||My little Indian friend|
Hair of blackest coal.
I remember well your smile
Beckoning with straw;
Like a stuffed doll
Whose beauty never leaves.
| ||Bag Lady|
She clutches her bag, an odd, old paisley thing ...with;
Un-important things inside!
I used to think that mystery
Hung somewhere out among the stars
Like silver bells and mirror balls
On the celestial Christmas tree.
| ||That Little Girl With Her Hands To The Sky|
Have you ever clung to a desire for so long
that your eyes saw nothing else?
The most beautiful part of existence is the ability to dream,
| ||Breadcrumbs |
I see you walking
Delicately on the
| ||Tender words|
There is love here. A kind
Of resurrecting. A life instinct
Drowning in the gaseous life
| ||The Brown Earth|
Open and cultivated,
Tilled like the brown earth
My nourishing soul