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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 editor@thewiseowl.art
Friday, 2nd June 2023
The Stone Amen
By Bruce McRae
Underwritten
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.
Foundation
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.
Storehouse
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
Tanka
By Reid Hepworth
rising
with the light…
i remember
when you had eyes
only for me
shifting
with the tide…
this
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
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
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
thoughts
in party attire
to delight
amuse
surprise
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
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.
