Passion fruit on our house
Just taking a little break.
Be back next week, inshallah.
Just taking a little break.
Be back next week, inshallah.
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
Something that came early this morning.
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Doing things when you are not yourself, not alone but lost, maybe for a couple, a group of people, a tribe or nation...
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Yesterday the sea stayed the same colour all day.
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For those of us who sometimes (for whatever reason) have trouble sleeping.
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MatthewOrion
My love,
My early light
Rising over the shoulder
Of the loveliest hill
Lifting a pale sun behind
In thin drizzle
And soft breeze
Under the rainbow’s
glowing arc,
Your kiss,
Your brightness
Will light my ride
To Michaelmas
From Lammastide
I’m feeling deep
In the ripening and the reap
Those lovely lilac daisies
Always make me weep
My love.
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My love,
My early light
Rising over the shoulder
Of the loveliest hill
Lifting a pale sun behind
In thin drizzle
And soft breeze
Under the rainbow’s
glowing arc,
Your kiss,
Your brightness
Will light my ride
To Michaelmas
From Lammastide
I’m feeling deep
In the ripening and the reap
Those lovely lilac daisies
Always make me weep
My love.
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And I’m noticing
The gathering
Of wild geese in flocks
On the windy hill
And swallows in great number
Ready and waiting, still
On the wire
As the sun turns southwards
And the wind to the west
And the wheels keep on turning
Towards the summers end
But what joys
We’ll keep on finding
Around the next gentle bend
Of life’s crooked road.
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The gathering
Of wild geese in flocks
On the windy hill
And swallows in great number
Ready and waiting, still
On the wire
As the sun turns southwards
And the wind to the west
And the wheels keep on turning
Towards the summers end
But what joys
We’ll keep on finding
Around the next gentle bend
Of life’s crooked road.
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An utter soaking
Right to my bones
Drenched in summer rain
Warm and rich
Honeyed with meadowsweet
My road is a river
Up to the heather sea.
The moss, softened
Sodden and shining
Silver-blue scabious
Bright with dewdrops
And silver streams hushing
In tinkling murmurs
Harebell, cranesbill
Gold from the tansy
Daisies and knapweed
Teasel and dock
And there, in my heart
The green of the meadow
And the bend in the river
And a whisper
A memory
A joy to be soaked
In warm summer rain.
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Right to my bones
Drenched in summer rain
Warm and rich
Honeyed with meadowsweet
My road is a river
Up to the heather sea.
The moss, softened
Sodden and shining
Silver-blue scabious
Bright with dewdrops
And silver streams hushing
In tinkling murmurs
Harebell, cranesbill
Gold from the tansy
Daisies and knapweed
Teasel and dock
And there, in my heart
The green of the meadow
And the bend in the river
And a whisper
A memory
A joy to be soaked
In warm summer rain.
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4th August
Windy again
Lashing with rain
There’s mist on the heathery tops
But little golden gods
Are smiling
Ragweed, hawksbit
And glorious goldenrod
Shine by my watery road
I have a song in my heart
And I will sing it,
Even though the wild wind
Might not want to hear it
I will drown this howling
With my own
I will turn this grey frown
Of a damp day
Into golden light
It’s brighter in the valley
And my lovely hill is shining
In the sun.
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