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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

Theme for June
Midsummer Magic

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Friday, 14th June, 2024

Image by Boudewijn Huysmans

Mystical haunting & Nostalgic Midsummer Days

By Satbir Chadha

Hand Drawing

Magical afternoons spent in quarantined shade

Alternating between a snooze, a nap, a daydream and a song

Was that Granny snoring, or did the internet come strong

Through heavy drapes trills the shrill birdsong

Of homing birds chirping, chatting, twittering as they go along

 

Trolleys of tea with cakes and scones

Melodious strains from the mosque for the evening azaan

Special to the fragile few weeks of the Indian mid-summer

 

Fragrance of night jasmines and the delicate Indian Mogra

Infused in the easterlies that soothe the charred soul of my poem

Sea of smiling nodding beaming golden sunflowers

As far as eyes can see

Far yonder till the foot of the hills

The valley’s own mid-summer glory

Drinking the scorching sun, not reflecting it

Spreading cheer instead

 

The Peepul tree thick with latticed leaves, so shady

The concrete tree ring around the trunk

A potted Tulsi plant and two large Matkas filled with water from the well

Such peace

 

Golden juicy plump mangoes floating in tubs of water

The exquisite charm of the Indian mid-summer

 

Do I see love-birds behind the trembling leaves

They should be now that it is the season of love

Fluttering butterflies carry hope on their wings

And the hoot of the peacock heralds distant rain

 

Ah the special, so, so special memories of childhood summer

Like a spot of golden light in murky weather

Like dusk deepening into the eternal night

Gets a splash of cool moonlight

These memories, my sweet treasure

Thursday, 13th June, 2024

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Poems 

By Mona Bedi

Hand Drawing
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the slow creak
of an old table fan
summer laziness 

morning swim
the dawn unfurls
with each dip

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roasting sun
the chatter of children
at the ice cream truck

Wednesday, 12th June, 2024

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It is Again this Magical time

By Petrouchka Alexieva

Hand Drawing

Summer arrives on the strong wings

of the free gliding birds,

that enjoy the passionate hugs

of the kissing midnight breeze.

 

Songs of the night dance with the leaves

pouring million sparks over the trees.

It is again this magical silver-moon time

for the caterpillars turn into butterflies.

 

It is again this enchanted time,

when fairies ride unicorns adorned

with wreaths of glittering stars,

and the dreams dive

into soft-soothing lavender clouds.

Tuesday, 11th June, 2024

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Micro Poems on Midsummer Magic

By Kavita Ratna

Hand Drawing
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dewdrops...

a thousand 

splendid suns

golden dosa

circles the griddle

I flip another day

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white cotton

buds on black soil

promises

a rosy cloud

of candy floss

childhood spins

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Monday, 10th June, 2024

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Midsummer's Eve

By Belinda Behne

Hand Drawing

Running barefoot

through the night grass

following firefly lanterns

 

We pass

beneath full leafed trees

and join the dance

 

There is Magic afoot

in the moonlight

 

The warm breeze

caresses our cheeks

ruffling our hair

softening our bones

 

We float

among the night birds

 

The sweet songs

of crickets and katydids

woo us

 

We forget

our long hot days of labor

 

We remember

that we too

are part of the Wonder

Friday, 7th June 2024

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The Midsummer collage

By Santosh Bakaya

Hand Drawing

The breeze blowing in bounteous bouts becomes a gale.

Sparrows hopping around sheathed in slivers of gold. 

Strays stumbling in puddles, 
fumbling for those elusive cuddles.  

Colorful pieces of paper escape from their moorings,
playing pranks.

Squirrels standing on their haunches 

Greedily filling their tiny paunches.

 

Where is the painter hiding?

What hues!

What depth! 

What dimensionality! 

Ah, I just spied her! The Painter with the dainty fingers.

Lingering near the elves and the pixies - half a dozen of them.
Frantically using the brush, bemused,
as they somersault from trees, attired in green. 

What a treat to be greeted by the parakeets.

 The sun sets, leaving in its wake 
an intensely beautiful, soft golden glow
that gradually fades, as night falls.

 Hey, are the midsummer fairies beseeching for something?

 

The scorching sun had singed the plants.
Do the fairies want the wilted plants to be healed? Revived? 

 

In a sequestered part of memory land, 

I still see a spunky five-year-old, 

Perched atop a neem tree. 

Free.
Uncaged.

Crooning a song.

Safe from the raging, fiery gale 

Long, long ago, on a day in June.

About the Author

Santosh Bakaya is a Ph.D., a poet, essayist, novelist, biographer, Tedx speaker and has authored as many as twenty-three books across different genres. She is the Winner of Reuel International Award for poetry [2014] and Setu Award for her stellar contribution to world literature [2018]. She has been acclaimed for her poetic biography of Mahatma Gandhi, Ballad of Bapu.  Her biography on Martin Luther King Jr. Only in Darkness can you see the Stars has also been critically acclaimed.  Her latest book is Runcible Spoons and Pea-green Boats. She pens a weekly column called Morning Meanderings in Learning and Creativity. Com.

Thursday, 6th June, 2024

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Poems on Mid-summer magic

By Karen Pierce Gonzalez

Hand Drawing
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On the throne

 

Imperial

wood dragon

on sage mountain

heats up a sunrise

of ripe berries that roll

into the open mouth

of summer.

Obon Odori

 

Dance under paper lanterns of light.

Ancestors will find you

in cotton yukata and wooden geta sandals,

festive fans waving wildly

in the warm summer’s open night air.

Obon Odori__Dance under paper lanterns of light._Ancestors will find you_in cotton yukata
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Soul Birds

 

Geese soar in formation

to protect the world.

An army-flock,

they can lay golden eggs

of goodwill towards those

we keep in the shadows

of our fearful hearts.

About the Author

An award-winning writer, Karen’s work has appeared in numerous print and online publications, radio, and podcasts. Her chapbooks include Coyote in the Basket of My Ribs (Kelsay Books), True North and Sightings from a Star Wheel (Origami Poems Project), and forthcoming Down River with Li Po (Black Cat Poetry Press), Moon Kissed (North American publisher). Writing credits also include short plays, and facilitation of local art centre creative writing workshops. She is also a visual artist whose work has shown in several Pacific West Coast galleries. 50+ art images, including six cover images, have appeared in numerous print and online publications.

Wednesday, 5th June 2024

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Mid-summer Musing

By Gopal Lahiri

Hand Drawing

I love the fire glow in the summer as the

dry mud and weed clog toes near the lake side.

 

There are roots deep within, century old

stories curl in the sprays of dust on the pavement.

 

Sunflowers stretch long enough but still

not get a chance to close their shining faces.

 

Gulmohor street lies idle where I escape to gather

my missing steps and unknown fire tips.

 

The sun glistens on the eyes of sparrows

crossing the narrow pontoon bridges.

 

Azure sky chisel the birds into song-lyrics while

the wind carries the woodpeckers to the branches.

 

My shadows burn and eyes turn into an island

where I stand in nowhere and my heart turns to fire.

Gulmohor flower blooms in summer in and around Indian Sub-continent.

Tuesday, 4th June, 2024

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Poems on Midsummer magic

By Jennifer Gurney

Hand Drawing
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resting on your shore

your waves hypnotize me--

drawing me between

your ebb

and flow

turning the bend

I descend the embankment

and my breath catches--

my pelicans are back

heralding the dawn of summer

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midhike

my gaze shifts upward

effortlessly you drift by

translucent, ethereal

taking me with you

Monday, 3rd June, 2024

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Midsummer Magic

By Sasha Clark

Hand Drawing

Oh ye who believes not in magic
take heed

For Midsummer doth spark
magical mysteries for those who know

Mayhap that strange noise
you hear in the woods
is just a family of squirrels

Or mayhap that sound
be a fairy party
a magical celebration of life

Know ye that nature is magical
with wonders to enjoy if one takes heed

Know ye that life is magical
Your very essence sings of magic

Midsummer magic can
open the door to the magic
that lays inside us all

About the Author

Sasha Clark was raised in the suburbs in Baltimore, Maryland. About 11 1/2 years ago she moved with her husband to Southern New Mexico. She began writing self-healing posts on Facebook shortly after covid started. Then a friend introduced her to a Haiku group so now she writes at least one Haiku daily. She also makes gemstone necklaces, mostly turquoise. And is learning Tai Chi including sword form. Her day job is a reference investigator for a background investigation company which does screening mostly for hospitals.

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