Category: Poetry

Forever   Even this shall pass away, Mournful thoughts on stormy days. You are gone, yet I am here Remembering love and Christmas Cheer.  

The river’s tale   There is something important about a river. It moves. And in that it moves, it is alive and timeless and tells

Life When one is little – Wishes flow expectantly. Some, even come true.   When one is older – Miracles are not for free. Life,

In the Tall Grass     Stretched long in the tall grass Embraced by yellow dandelions And wild purple violets flown from Grandmother’s heavenly garden

Wandering   The climb through meandering rocky paths In open sandals for forty days ˗ Who does that? And why? I ask siting in his

The creation of poetry There is no way of knowing, when the art of poetry first began. It is assumed that the origins are steeped

OWEN’S POEMS from “Reconnecting”   If you only knew   When we met by chance In crowded rooms of people ‒ If you only knew.