Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
| ||Delicate Bones|
Lost in tendrils of
In crumbling desolate alleyways,
| ||Leonard Cohen My Friend (V2)|
Death is a bitch and a whore
comes with hat on or off,
Jewish, Christian or lover years ago called Nancy.
| ||2:00 AM|
It's 2:00 AM,
And I don't want to go to sleep.
| ||Translations from the Cinema - Cascando, the Documentary|
The camera eye, imitating nature, is cruel in its concern.
This time, it was the airship Hindenburg on its last visit to the States.
As it docks a wind kicks up, and the tethers drag the sailors up.
You are dead. Long, long gone, I know, and yet -
Still moments prompted by a distant laugh,
Or perhaps a pause when mounting a stair,
| ||Beneath dark clouds|
The sky is behind dark clouds,
And the moon
Still pulls away somehow
Lighting the night
In a shade of different blue.
| ||The Wave|
Moved like a wave,
Her soul like an ocean;
| ||City Reminiscence|| |
| ||Brueghal, Censor|
Pieter 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.
His paintings moil with litt
| ||Midnight Waters|
Wayfarer, directionless ... an automatic tread ...
The middle of the middle of an impossible journey ...
No land. No markers. Nothing but wanderings of the mind. ...