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The Daily Verse

To make The Wise Owl more dynamic, we have introduced The Daily Verse, a segment where we will upload poetry all  days of the week. Just send in a poem to

Friday, 2nd June 2023

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Image by Ian Taylor

The Stone Amen

By Bruce McRae



A grave is a book

no one has read,

the author anonymous,

its language dead.

You might say a grave is a story

a ghost has written.




A grave is an empty room,

an orphanage torn down,

the ruins of a nursery.

It's the foundation of a factory

whose industry is bankrupt.


City of the Dead


A grave is a fallen tower,

a palace overcome,

a diaspora of harried citizenry.

From its walls you once could see

a sunrise on another planet.

It was like an amber egg

being quietly broken open.


Snow Angels


I rather believe

a grave is a monastery

abandoned by God and Time.

A few drunken angels remain,

the last prayer possible reverberating

off its earthen walls.

A headstone is a stone amen.




She said, wearily,

a grave is a hole in a life.

It's death's house

and quiet interlude between                                        

two universes colliding.

It's where we keep the spare eternities

no longer necessary to our cause.


Dead in the Water


A grave is the colour of beetles

or what a serpent is thinking.

It's dusk under thirty feet of water.

A black candle melted down.

A nail in the devil's flooring.

A grave is a rainbow's skeleton.

A ladder up and down a soul.

A pocketful of needles,

a grave is a baby singularity.

It's where an armada of shadows

crosses an infinite sea.

About the Poet

Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician, is a multiple Pushcart nominee with poems published in hundreds of magazines such as Poetry, Rattle and the North American Review. The winner of the 2020 Libretto prize and author of four poetry collections and seven chapbooks, his poems have been performed and broadcast globally.

Thursday, 1st June 2023

Hoopoe Bird


By Reid Hepworth

Blue Eyes


with the light…

i remember

when you had eyes 

only for me


with the tide…


gravitational pull

to find my own way

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About the Poet

Reid Hepworth lives in a tiny town on Vancouver Island, BC, where she plays tiny ukulele and writes tiny poetry.  She is a Pushcart Prize nominated poet whose work has been published internationally.

Wednesday, 31st May 2023

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Image by Birmingham Museums Trust

An Ivory Song

By Debarati Sen

In a city that has metamorphosed over the years

Dreams hung like barnacles

From the frayed edges of misspelt stories.

In the mauve twilight, catamarans carried sapphire

dreams to far-off shores

In the mind's hinterland, a chaos theory loomed large,

Blurring the gap between space and dimension

We are, but biological robots with consciousness.

Constantly fighting a battle between

 the 'self' and 'other'.

Hearts swell like the summer sea glistening

under the scorching sun

In a city that doesn't sleep

The clouds smell of dark rum

The days are hazy like a nebula

The creaks made of hyperspace fury

fill the indigo depths with vermillion poetry

An ivory song blanched in crimson

covers the fag end of a September evening

A primrose on your tongue

tasted of a repertoire of good times

Peacock blue and emerald green shades

shined with abloom aesthetics

As night set in, the moon drowned in my drink

While I shared my champagne

with the Aurora borealis!

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Tuesday, 30th May 2023

Flower Bouquet

poetry to me

By Rupa Anand

a movement

of images


a dance

of words


a ballet

of feelings


a kaleidoscope

of impressions


a cloudburst

of emotions


my naked


in party attire


to delight



and render

speechless sometimes


a few words written 

without music

hopefully in tune

and always

an offering

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About the Poet

Rupa Anand is a spiritual seeker and a published writer of experiences. Writing since 2008, her poems are an expression of images, thoughts, ideas, emotions and events that somehow get etched upon her mind and psyche. She says “There is magic in Nature. I hope my poems will connect readers with the beauty and calm of the natural world." Rupa has a BA (Hons) in English Literature from Lady Shri Ram College, University of Delhi. A cancer survivor, she lives in New Delhi with her husband, daughter and beloved cats.

Monday, 29th May 2023

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Hands and Diamond

Night Gossips

By Peter A Witt

Moon watches neighborhood gossips
trade town secrets on their nightly walk
by the fall river swollen by rain that carries
their verdant whispers down stream.

Street lamp creates a pool of light
through which the taletellers will pass,
bathing their tattling in soft yellowish rays,
bringing their hearsay out of the darkness.

House windows project evening light
of families gathered by blazing hearth fires,
some reading out loud, others patiently knitting,
all hoping the gabbers will pass without intrusion.


Poet's Note: Poem written after viewing: The Gossips Bonchurch Isle of Wight, 1880 - Grimshaw John Atkinson 

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About the Poet

Peter A Witt is a Texas poet and a retired university Professor. He also writes family history with a book about his Aunt published by the Texas A & M Press. His poetry has been published on various sites including Verse-Virtual, Indian Periodical, Fleas on the dog, Inspired,  Open Skies Quarterly, Active Muse, New Verse News and Wry Times.


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