Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
| ||Sensations of Summer|
The wind in the shade
The damp of the cellars
Those mornings of the summer
| ||This Brain|
This is where I live,
A place, situated
Five and three quarters feet
Above the street, or floor
| ||At the End of Days|
Lights flicker, a call to be heard,
Idle spirits make noises in the dark.
Another opening of the show...
| ||The taste of summer wine|
Human frailties become sharper, at the
feet of heaven. Its blue lens is more
remarkable in deep confidence. I've
worked this out in my head and heart.
| ||Cosmic Shore|
Sleepless,I sit on the
Balcony of my apartment watching
It all through my telescope
| ||It was the Laughter|
Laughingest man! - it wasn't an act, it was desperation.
It was larger than yourself, little man.
They all said you'd come to an end with it some day, kill yourself with it:
the veins standing out in your temples, ready to burst,
That cackle, those
| ||Life and death|
It's becoming clear
Better than the night,
more sipped from the soul
| ||The Burning|
Time is fire.
Flames touch and contemplate
The whiz of is,
Radio bigmouth, and out of that horn
| ||Visitations from the most primitive woman|
Peri-spinach (a constellation/s)
alongside fried onions. Layers.