Poems on Mary Oliver Published by Members Recently Online
#MaryOliver
eswaller
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2019 2:03am
23rd Jan 2019 2:03am
The Journey (After Mary Oliver)
The journey starts with one small step. It is one step into the world
Where the tides and waves all rush to meet at your feet as you walk
In the sand on the beach’s shoreline, following endless words curled
On forgotten pages. Above all the endless noise, chatter and the talk
Of those around you is where you begin to find your bearings. It is
When you see the stars and you are away from the advice of a hawk
You find your voice. You want someone else to come fix and un-fizz
Your life like the aftermath of a chaotic storm or glass of champagne, ...
Where the tides and waves all rush to meet at your feet as you walk
In the sand on the beach’s shoreline, following endless words curled
On forgotten pages. Above all the endless noise, chatter and the talk
Of those around you is where you begin to find your bearings. It is
When you see the stars and you are away from the advice of a hawk
You find your voice. You want someone else to come fix and un-fizz
Your life like the aftermath of a chaotic storm or glass of champagne, ...
#TruthOfLife
#SelfDiscovery
#MaryOliver
749 reads
14 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2019 2:03am
23rd Jan 2019 2:03am
The Journey (After Mary Oliver)
The journey starts with one small step. It is one step into the world
Where the tides and waves all rush to meet at your feet as you walk
In the sand on the beach’s shoreline, following endless words curled
On forgotten pages. Above all the endless noise, chatter and the talk
Of those around you is where you begin to find your bearings. It is
When you see the stars and you are away from the advice of a hawk
You find your voice. You want someone else to come fix and un-fizz
Your life like the aftermath of a chaotic storm or glass of champagne, ...
Where the tides and waves all rush to meet at your feet as you walk
In the sand on the beach’s shoreline, following endless words curled
On forgotten pages. Above all the endless noise, chatter and the talk
Of those around you is where you begin to find your bearings. It is
When you see the stars and you are away from the advice of a hawk
You find your voice. You want someone else to come fix and un-fizz
Your life like the aftermath of a chaotic storm or glass of champagne, ...
#TruthOfLife
#SelfDiscovery
#MaryOliver
749 reads
14 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2019 2:03am
23rd Jan 2019 2:03am
The Journey (After Mary Oliver)
The journey starts with one small step. It is one step into the world
Where the tides and waves all rush to meet at your feet as you walk
In the sand on the beach’s shoreline, following endless words curled
On forgotten pages. Above all the endless noise, chatter and the talk
Of those around you is where you begin to find your bearings. It is
When you see the stars and you are away from the advice of a hawk
You find your voice. You want someone else to come fix and un-fizz
Your life like the aftermath of a chaotic storm or glass of champagne, ...
Where the tides and waves all rush to meet at your feet as you walk
In the sand on the beach’s shoreline, following endless words curled
On forgotten pages. Above all the endless noise, chatter and the talk
Of those around you is where you begin to find your bearings. It is
When you see the stars and you are away from the advice of a hawk
You find your voice. You want someone else to come fix and un-fizz
Your life like the aftermath of a chaotic storm or glass of champagne, ...
#TruthOfLife
#SelfDiscovery
#MaryOliver
749 reads
14 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
12th May 2019 8:15pm
12th May 2019 8:15pm
A Quintuple of Poets: Part II
Mary Oliver in Edo Period Japan
lived as a subordinate
tending family land;
circumvented convention
when blood-letting
into slump-soiled cherry roots;
each blossom's scarlet-stained
heart worn on its pink sleeve;
groomed blue horses without fences
dazzling over squash-colored fields—
counted five species of mimicking loons
drowning tadpole voices
down woodland throats;
remained alone after best-
friend Ai was purchased
by an...
lived as a subordinate
tending family land;
circumvented convention
when blood-letting
into slump-soiled cherry roots;
each blossom's scarlet-stained
heart worn on its pink sleeve;
groomed blue horses without fences
dazzling over squash-colored fields—
counted five species of mimicking loons
drowning tadpole voices
down woodland throats;
remained alone after best-
friend Ai was purchased
by an...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#culture
#MaryOliver
#tradition
861 reads
7 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
12th May 2019 8:15pm
12th May 2019 8:15pm
A Quintuple of Poets: Part II
Mary Oliver in Edo Period Japan
lived as a subordinate
tending family land;
circumvented convention
when blood-letting
into slump-soiled cherry roots;
each blossom's scarlet-stained
heart worn on its pink sleeve;
groomed blue horses without fences
dazzling over squash-colored fields—
counted five species of mimicking loons
drowning tadpole voices
down woodland throats;
remained alone after best-
friend Ai was purchased
by an...
lived as a subordinate
tending family land;
circumvented convention
when blood-letting
into slump-soiled cherry roots;
each blossom's scarlet-stained
heart worn on its pink sleeve;
groomed blue horses without fences
dazzling over squash-colored fields—
counted five species of mimicking loons
drowning tadpole voices
down woodland throats;
remained alone after best-
friend Ai was purchased
by an...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#culture
#MaryOliver
#tradition
861 reads
7 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
12th May 2019 8:15pm
12th May 2019 8:15pm
A Quintuple of Poets: Part II
Mary Oliver in Edo Period Japan
lived as a subordinate
tending family land;
circumvented convention
when blood-letting
into slump-soiled cherry roots;
each blossom's scarlet-stained
heart worn on its pink sleeve;
groomed blue horses without fences
dazzling over squash-colored fields—
counted five species of mimicking loons
drowning tadpole voices
down woodland throats;
remained alone after best-
friend Ai was purchased
by an...
lived as a subordinate
tending family land;
circumvented convention
when blood-letting
into slump-soiled cherry roots;
each blossom's scarlet-stained
heart worn on its pink sleeve;
groomed blue horses without fences
dazzling over squash-colored fields—
counted five species of mimicking loons
drowning tadpole voices
down woodland throats;
remained alone after best-
friend Ai was purchased
by an...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#culture
#MaryOliver
#tradition
861 reads
7 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
12th May 2019 8:15pm
12th May 2019 8:15pm
A Quintuple of Poets: Part II
Mary Oliver in Edo Period Japan
lived as a subordinate
tending family land;
circumvented convention
when blood-letting
into slump-soiled cherry roots;
each blossom's scarlet-stained
heart worn on its pink sleeve;
groomed blue horses without fences
dazzling over squash-colored fields—
counted five species of mimicking loons
drowning tadpole voices
down woodland throats;
remained alone after best-
friend Ai was purchased
by an...
lived as a subordinate
tending family land;
circumvented convention
when blood-letting
into slump-soiled cherry roots;
each blossom's scarlet-stained
heart worn on its pink sleeve;
groomed blue horses without fences
dazzling over squash-colored fields—
counted five species of mimicking loons
drowning tadpole voices
down woodland throats;
remained alone after best-
friend Ai was purchased
by an...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#culture
#MaryOliver
#tradition
861 reads
7 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
12th May 2019 8:15pm
12th May 2019 8:15pm
A Quintuple of Poets: Part II
Mary Oliver in Edo Period Japan
lived as a subordinate
tending family land;
circumvented convention
when blood-letting
into slump-soiled cherry roots;
each blossom's scarlet-stained
heart worn on its pink sleeve;
groomed blue horses without fences
dazzling over squash-colored fields—
counted five species of mimicking loons
drowning tadpole voices
down woodland throats;
remained alone after best-
friend Ai was purchased
by an...
lived as a subordinate
tending family land;
circumvented convention
when blood-letting
into slump-soiled cherry roots;
each blossom's scarlet-stained
heart worn on its pink sleeve;
groomed blue horses without fences
dazzling over squash-colored fields—
counted five species of mimicking loons
drowning tadpole voices
down woodland throats;
remained alone after best-
friend Ai was purchased
by an...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#culture
#MaryOliver
#tradition
861 reads
7 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 2:03pm
8th Jan 2019 2:03pm
The Swan (Oliver: Bone)
For my small, incredible Great-Nanny, who loved Swans, who has been gone for seven years too long.
Inspired by Mary Oliver's poem by the same name.
Inwardly descending, shifting across the creek
she comes
with the grace of a purest babe
and careful, as mother carrying it
'her ship, filled
with white flowers–'
dancing upon the early-grey
of ghosts, in their holy chariots.
I miss my Grandmother's company–
sketching waves
within perfectly penned lines and
of...
Inspired by Mary Oliver's poem by the same name.
Inwardly descending, shifting across the creek
she comes
with the grace of a purest babe
and careful, as mother carrying it
'her ship, filled
with white flowers–'
dancing upon the early-grey
of ghosts, in their holy chariots.
I miss my Grandmother's company–
sketching waves
within perfectly penned lines and
of...
#death
#birds
#water #MaryOliver
#water #MaryOliver
658 reads
7 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 2:03pm
8th Jan 2019 2:03pm
The Swan (Oliver: Bone)
For my small, incredible Great-Nanny, who loved Swans, who has been gone for seven years too long.
Inspired by Mary Oliver's poem by the same name.
Inwardly descending, shifting across the creek
she comes
with the grace of a purest babe
and careful, as mother carrying it
'her ship, filled
with white flowers–'
dancing upon the early-grey
of ghosts, in their holy chariots.
I miss my Grandmother's company–
sketching waves
within perfectly penned lines and
of...
Inspired by Mary Oliver's poem by the same name.
Inwardly descending, shifting across the creek
she comes
with the grace of a purest babe
and careful, as mother carrying it
'her ship, filled
with white flowers–'
dancing upon the early-grey
of ghosts, in their holy chariots.
I miss my Grandmother's company–
sketching waves
within perfectly penned lines and
of...
#death
#birds
#water #MaryOliver
#water #MaryOliver
658 reads
7 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 2:03pm
8th Jan 2019 2:03pm
The Swan (Oliver: Bone)
For my small, incredible Great-Nanny, who loved Swans, who has been gone for seven years too long.
Inspired by Mary Oliver's poem by the same name.
Inwardly descending, shifting across the creek
she comes
with the grace of a purest babe
and careful, as mother carrying it
'her ship, filled
with white flowers–'
dancing upon the early-grey
of ghosts, in their holy chariots.
I miss my Grandmother's company–
sketching waves
within perfectly penned lines and
of...
Inspired by Mary Oliver's poem by the same name.
Inwardly descending, shifting across the creek
she comes
with the grace of a purest babe
and careful, as mother carrying it
'her ship, filled
with white flowers–'
dancing upon the early-grey
of ghosts, in their holy chariots.
I miss my Grandmother's company–
sketching waves
within perfectly penned lines and
of...
#death
#birds
#water #MaryOliver
#water #MaryOliver
658 reads
7 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 2:03pm
8th Jan 2019 2:03pm
The Swan (Oliver: Bone)
For my small, incredible Great-Nanny, who loved Swans, who has been gone for seven years too long.
Inspired by Mary Oliver's poem by the same name.
Inwardly descending, shifting across the creek
she comes
with the grace of a purest babe
and careful, as mother carrying it
'her ship, filled
with white flowers–'
dancing upon the early-grey
of ghosts, in their holy chariots.
I miss my Grandmother's company–
sketching waves
within perfectly penned lines and
of...
Inspired by Mary Oliver's poem by the same name.
Inwardly descending, shifting across the creek
she comes
with the grace of a purest babe
and careful, as mother carrying it
'her ship, filled
with white flowers–'
dancing upon the early-grey
of ghosts, in their holy chariots.
I miss my Grandmother's company–
sketching waves
within perfectly penned lines and
of...
#death
#birds
#water #MaryOliver
#water #MaryOliver
658 reads
7 Comments
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