Arda Ohannessian

@TheIslandPoems
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My name is Arda Ohannessian, of English and Armenian heritage, born in Jerusalem, 1952. Poet, sound and visual artist. Living quietly in Ryde, Isle of Wight, UK with my partner and a cat. #poetry #poem #naturepoem #literary #isleofwight

2nd June

The moment of arrival
A shift in being
The air charged
With the rapt attention
Of love
And stillness
Everything held
Together
For a moment
in the vast emptiness
Of space
Like joy
Like something so precious
It transcends dimension
To become a knowing
A flow
The gift that is received
Far greater
Than the gift given
A memory
Remembered.
#poetry

A weird little 'hippie' kind of thing that just wandered by...

#poetry #poem #literary #naturepoem #isleofwight #poetrycommunity

Maybe going for some hope here...
Something that came last night as we were looking for a film to watch.

27th May

Four wild geese
High up, in the blue
Lit by a dappled-bright sun
As they flew
Over the sparkling
Dew-jewelled moor
And into their golden future
Four shades of blue
A silver-blue moon
Singing high with the lark
Up in the cornflower blue
The black of the raven
The blue of his blood
As he glides to his tower
And whispers his love
To his lady
Ill choose to see
In shades of blue
As I boldly move
from the old
To the new.
#poetry

28th May

Cooler
Dark skies lowering
Thunder rumbling
And the air
Is easier to breathe
My lapwing love
Is in the flying field
Preening
And skylarks build
Their bridge of music
Over the new-mown meadow
In no-mow may
I’m flying
In a cloud of starlings
A thousand wings
The rustle of silk
And the tumbling
Of distant water
#poetry

A little thing that came to me early this morning when I woke up.
O heck, another soppy one.

26th May

I was in a dream
And now I am awake
My yellow tree is humming
With the music of the bees
And the skylarks song
Is mighty on the moor
The Cuckoo doesn’t care
Whose clothes her treasures wear
And yellow are the roses
By my door
The shining lapwing
Hides her glories
In the golden of the furze
These treasures, safe as houses
Mine and hers
And it’s time to count our blessings
One by one.
#poetry

Dear Friends, sorry about the long absence. I have just not been able to face any social media, or messaging, or anything like that. Nothing personal about anyone, I’ve just been feeling that I had to withdraw. Now I’m slowly coming out of my shell again - but I don’t make promises of abundant socialising yet... And in the meantime I've started painting again - and these days write a bit less.

Here's a poem I wrote this morning. Not very cheerful, but there you go...