Berate not these budding things, That do not have eyes to see or ears to hear your nonsensical notions. Remember that small minds speak loudest in fear, And that wisdom comes to those who lay at the foot of the mount and listen. Our world is calling to us, Can you hear her familiar thrums? … More Learning from Without
Write. Drag pen across paper, Decisively mark a first step, Onto an empty road. Breathe in a moment, Feel what is, And do what comes naturally. Write. As the world sighs beyond that open window. Write. As line of flame dancing up a dry twig’s back. Write. As moths flutter above your flickering light of … More Write From Within
Oh to be free as a floating wisp of cloud, Not bothered by the fears of man. Creating all that is and can be, With delicate trails and shifting bodies. Oh to be a cloud, Drifting around an endless azure dome. -M.E. InkOwl
Adventure’s waiting beyond the paved path, Upon rolling hills and between mountains misty. Where trolls lie in the deep and dragons sleep, Another kind does call me on. Open this window to a wider plain, Where all is possible with my own two hands. May I forget the norms that so hold me captive, And … More Adventure
Like memories piling up when given a moment’s reflection, so to does Winter’s snow. -M.E. InkOwl Waiting for Spring is a new series of short poems I hope to feature throughout the month. One can only hope it can get us to Spring a little more quickly, at least for my neck of the woods.
Tears of ice fall from chilled cheek bones, Clinking their way down half-dead dreams. Momentum has stalled well before this, Entombing hopes within the winter’s dark. Now I stand between starvation and hibernation, Willing these ends to meet again. Take these tears freely shed, And decorate my memory with what I had hoped to be. … More Doldrums of Winter
Follow these chains down deep, To those places long forgotten. Rarely does the sun reach between the reeds and roots. But life does not end here in the murky dark, Here we flourish. While sun and moon may wage war upon baked or frozen ground, We many maintain our fervor for growth, As fierce as … More These Chains
Watch from the stillness of my heart, As you glide away as light upon water. Profound is this moment as I separate from you, And we stand on an edge of a looking glass. Drop in a single stem of Yew, Crusted in a hoar frost newly formed. Will you return from beyond? Only time … More Stillness
Just wanted to take a second and celebrate this small-ish achievement for The Ink Owl. I started this blog just over three years ago and it has been fascinating and thrilling to be followed by all 500 (+1) of you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for following my crazy erratic writing. Thank … More InkOwl Celebration!
Touch me not lest we forget. This painting that we walk upon. Brushstrokes of blood and bone. Betrayal of a secret kind erasing what was. Touch me not lest I forget the cold iron of your eyes. Or the harshness of each hand bathed in frosted cobalt. I gave up who I was while throwing … More Blood and Anxiety- Touch Me Not