Least Read Poems on Mary Oliver
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Waking Early
Poetry Response to “Why
I Wake Early” ~ Mary Oliver
It is why I cannot sleep in
longing so to begin
peel free the citrus dawn
unwrap the black paper
shrouding this night
For each sunrise is a surprise
a gift box full of light
meant for me to hold tight
brighten the cold dark
again lighten my heart
I Wake Early” ~ Mary Oliver
It is why I cannot sleep in
longing so to begin
peel free the citrus dawn
unwrap the black paper
shrouding this night
For each sunrise is a surprise
a gift box full of light
meant for me to hold tight
brighten the cold dark
again lighten my heart
#hope
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#MaryOliver
#dawn
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Dawning on Me
Poetry Response to “Why I Wake
Early” by Mary Oliver
To me it is no great surprise
why I do rise
get a head start on the sun
roll out of my prosaic bed
stroll on in straight ahead
to my place by poetry’s window
wait for it all to dawn on me
where I can now look out
in both certainty and doubt
see the black canvas change
as these colors rearrange
upon Her perfect palette
Early” by Mary Oliver
To me it is no great surprise
why I do rise
get a head start on the sun
roll out of my prosaic bed
stroll on in straight ahead
to my place by poetry’s window
wait for it all to dawn on me
where I can now look out
in both certainty and doubt
see the black canvas change
as these colors rearrange
upon Her perfect palette
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#MaryOliver
#dawn
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Homeward Bound
The world offers itself to your imagination
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting”
Mary Oliver (1935 - 2019)
When they call to me
call me out
with all of my doubt
I know you are somewhere near
Always making it clear
that wild and precious
still remains
the only way to go
Whether on grass or snow
green spring or blue winter
smelling each pine splinter
I find along the way
Chasing wonder on the dunes ...
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting”
Mary Oliver (1935 - 2019)
When they call to me
call me out
with all of my doubt
I know you are somewhere near
Always making it clear
that wild and precious
still remains
the only way to go
Whether on grass or snow
green spring or blue winter
smelling each pine splinter
I find along the way
Chasing wonder on the dunes ...
#WritingPoetry
#MaryOliver
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One Wild and Precious Life
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild
and precious life" ~ Mary Oliver
Is it even near enough ~
could I ever hope it to be
to live the complete me
in this most singular life
With all the places seen
in shades of blue and green
I am still left here alone
wanting...
This gypsy spirit haunting
in its vagabond way
longing for each new day
to again begin
Deep wooded trails
high billowing sails
all so transport me
transform me
...
and precious life" ~ Mary Oliver
Is it even near enough ~
could I ever hope it to be
to live the complete me
in this most singular life
With all the places seen
in shades of blue and green
I am still left here alone
wanting...
This gypsy spirit haunting
in its vagabond way
longing for each new day
to again begin
Deep wooded trails
high billowing sails
all so transport me
transform me
...
#nature
#confessional
#travel
#SelfDiscovery
#MaryOliver
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Precious and Wild
Tell me, what will you do with your one wild and precious life" ~ Mary Oliver
Precious as a sparkling gem
wild as a dandelion seed
riding on a forgetful wind
to see what I can find
Not keeping track of time
but swimming in the rhyme
as I float along
in this most poetic air
Willing to take a dare
to make a wish
something I can relish
like a carefully creased poem
To carry with me when I roam
over hill and dale
when I pen this...
Precious as a sparkling gem
wild as a dandelion seed
riding on a forgetful wind
to see what I can find
Not keeping track of time
but swimming in the rhyme
as I float along
in this most poetic air
Willing to take a dare
to make a wish
something I can relish
like a carefully creased poem
To carry with me when I roam
over hill and dale
when I pen this...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#MaryOliver
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The Collector
1.
Unusual, in the distance, stillness
beneath a hanging
wispy algae as it waves
a flag. The pelican
whittled down
to its base form. Stark, stranded, smooth-
an orange beak
like a bird of paradise and I sought heaven
in your duplicity, in your triplicity,
in your multitudes, a million
lights emerge
as static on the sea, I did not see it.
I believe wishes come
2.
from the wing bone. Funny,
life is not a stranger, but death is....
Unusual, in the distance, stillness
beneath a hanging
wispy algae as it waves
a flag. The pelican
whittled down
to its base form. Stark, stranded, smooth-
an orange beak
like a bird of paradise and I sought heaven
in your duplicity, in your triplicity,
in your multitudes, a million
lights emerge
as static on the sea, I did not see it.
I believe wishes come
2.
from the wing bone. Funny,
life is not a stranger, but death is....
#birds
#morality
#dreams
#sea
#MaryOliver
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