Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
| ||Dormant Emotion|
The smallest infringement is a ruse
Where I am entertained in laughter,
And tied by the bonds of sorrow,
But where is my enlightenment
That kindles each parting gift released?
Where then is my muse?
| ||The Growing Past|
The lighthouse looms tall behind us...
The vast ocean couldn't contain all the love-
| ||Last Chance|
Behold the fading beauty
of an unfurled rose
Storm sea of green
Green of spring grass
Grass over land
Land under sky
The sharp cold corners of the day
Deny the soft foundries where the I
Undoes all regulation. Not location
Nor chopping minutes' disciplines
| ||The Bay at the Edge of the World|
The grey mist
Sat on the ocean
In the harshness
Of winter and white flecks
| ||Brueghal, Censor |
Peter Brueghal the Elder was the greatest painter in the History of the world.
He brought to light dark and vibrant corners of the human pageant, and showed
us many secrets, good and bad, in the texture of the human heart.
| ||Sunchaser's Escapades |
So , as I tell, to cut long stories short, succinct ,
Wild conservation by elders-ancients in the system
Was inbuilt; animals protected most by dint
| ||Window Pain|
The cat... slate gray, stands sentry-
At the bedroom window, sentry for centuries...standing like an old, tall building,
Green eyes panicky...