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 | Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
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| | | | | Verbum Sat Sapienti (Word To The Wise!) by Saloni Kaul When those unbearables sizzle unmelting in time-test's hard crucible | | | Those early years by Bohdan Yuri I didn't learn much in those early years,
just remembered a few essential things,
and my middle years were mostly spent
convalescing through my hidden fears. | | | Withered Age by Nikos Laios On the rocks
The withered age lay
Collecting barnacles
And the flotsam of the sea, | |
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| | Another Day by Jan Sand Time calculates
With the smallest particles of moments.
My clock spits minutes
In its assault on my life. | | | Chant of the wild birds in my throat by Abigail George My mother never taught me things
(mostly nothings). My mother never told
me that she loved me. My mother
never spoke to me again after she | | | Your life against mine by Katerina Charisi You wake up at dawn,
your eyes adjust to the pale light.
I wake up in the middle of night,
eyes burning. | | | Touching Finality by Jan Sand The faint scent of death pervades
Latter days.
There are ways to wave away that trace.
Present time strikes one | | | Just Passing Through by Nikos Laios I think of the decades
Of people that I have know
In the streets and suburbs
Of my life. | | | Salience by Saloni Kaul Submerged coherently in a deluge
Deliberations delicately explosive
A torrent of semiquaver-like arguments | | | The tall man, the thin man, the dark man, the sad man by Abigail George The sea's green eyes watch me with care.
I have to get my soul out of here, the river is here
now swallowing me whole, meta lost in translation. | | | | next | |
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