Grass In The Wind
Do you hear it there? So faint it’s but a whisper, Hidden beneath all. -M.E. InkOwl
Do you hear it there? So faint it’s but a whisper, Hidden beneath all. -M.E. InkOwl
As I rounded the edge of a low lying plateau, my eyes beheld the Basin. Wrapped in the golden arms of Autumn, I felt a rise of emotion within my chest. Rolling down the window to breathe in the rich farmland air I braked to a stop. “I made it,” I said, drinking it all … More The Way Unpaved
Alone but I know, Buried where green field meets light Innocent blood dries -M.E. InkOwl
Upon a mirror we walked, Two lines and a ripple. The clouds spread dappled shade, Upon a lush land of green. We drank the waters of our youth, And thought our troubles ended. But then we left this paradise, Thinking our days unending. And wound our feet upon the road, Death’s path, forever descending. And … More Leaving
Picture of the front drive of the cabin in morning with a part in shadows and mountains beyond. “Do you have your shoes on? You can’t leave until they are tied.” My mother’s voice called from the kitchen table, forcing me to pause and look at my feet. “Yes, Mom! They’re on and tied!” I … More Shoes Upon the Porch
“Catch it! Catch it!” Squealed a voice. Stalks of grass rustled and giggles erupted as young hands parted a waving sea of green. “Where did it go? Did you lose it?” Hands went to eyes Hands went to eyes, shielding them from the glowing orb above. The smell of cow manure and fresh water mingled … More Webbing Between The Toes
Thunder growled from a bruised sky as I sat on a wooden bench. Carefully blowing away dead carcasses of flies and wasps I laid an arm on the sill, taking in the brooding world. Beyond the window, a rustling field of grass and sage waved. It rippled as if a vast giant were skipping invisible … More Water In The Lane
A hand traces through tufts of grass, As birds sing up above. Innocence stills upon a hill, Illuminated by the clouds. He waits for thoughts to climb on high, As he looks up towards the sky. His mind is waiting for the light, As only one guiltless can. And smiles does he looking down to … More Among the Grass
This month on the Ink Owl I am excited to return to more original poetry and memories from my life. September has always been a month of renewal for me. It is a month fraught with change as school begins and seasons transform. I often find myself reflecting on what new opportunities are in store … More September on The Ink Owl
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