Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
| ||Old age is...|
Old age is a time of disconnect.
Time alive is time to collect all sorts of sensation.
Contemplation requires the stuff of thought.
| ||The moon, the wolf, and the darkness|
I had just taken my nightly dose of medication
As I waited for the effects to sit in,
And decided to go outside
Out into the neighboring slumber
To sit while smoke filled my lungs.
| ||The Fate of Poets|
In the firepit of creation.
| ||All In Good Time|
A garland of dry leaves
When flowers are out of season
Confers what little else then can.
| ||Call my name|
Distance borders seen in the circle of red sea
Little brother, wonder what kind of head cut
| ||Momentary Speculations|
To grasp the asp of termination
Dispatches all reality,
| ||A walk through these empty rooms|
Look, it is autumn. Autumn
rain. It is the beginning of a
brave new world.
| ||Madness Of Night|
Of the world
Howls in the
Wind like a hungry
| ||Colors Of Life|
What are some colors of life on Earth?
There are grays for all those gray days.
And browns of dust when winds throw tantrums.
| ||Going Postal|
To fold a cat
It must be flat
So that, one can hope,
To place it in an envelope