a postponed life

A family of poets (mostly) The Owl For Jasmine I heard the owl cry the other night, though I tried to block its lonely call, the words came through telling me of what was near. he came the next day, taking his prey without asking or caring for those he left behind in the blanket of sorrow he had made. No words can describe the empty void that has been left in me and the pain that aches like it won't ever stop only time and tears can replace my void, filling it up 'till there is no more S Dely 17 March 1997 Happy Birthday Mom Thanx for the coffee thanx for the tea thanx for the food you put in my belly. Thanx for the roof and the clothes you provide thanx for the love, you sometimes hide. I've stolen, lied and run away but that's stopped now I’m here to stay. All things I’m sorry for I've put my foot down on the floor these kinds of things, I’ll do no more. I hope you enjoyed your birthday best wishes and loving care don’t

THE OWL AND THE PUSSY CAT It's a quiet and starry night tonight.  Its 11h21 and I walk slowly around the garden at peace with myself and the world.  It feels like I'm the only one living in this house now. In fact I'm only one of five who lives here presently.  The boy has gone to stay with his friends, the lost ones, who roam the empty spaces of their souls looking for a secret, which is themselves. The young girl is lying on a mattress with her friends at the bottom of the garden, waiting for stars to fall from the sky.  The boarder who moved in today has gone away for the night and left her little girl gazing at the stars too. I hear the chirpy crickets singing their nightly serenade and in the background REM is singing "Find me a River'. I found me a river. It's at the bottom of my garden and how fine it is to go rowing there on a warm summers evening. Two young men that we met today also found themselves a river.  A permanent

I can remember when I was very young, perhaps seven or eight.  I used to visit the village library whenever I could get the chance.  The library was located along the dirt road on the way home, nestled in a forest of tall eucalyptus trees.  This building was a special place to me, a sanctuary of knowledge and higher power.  It had a special smell to it that always excited me.  It was the fragrance of books and furniture polish, but also of wisdom.  The library consisted only of one large room with the librarian's desk tucked away in a corner near the door.  Her name was Miss Gill Bye, a friendly woman; young although just by her demeanor I felt that she was a wise old sage.  She was a spinster and was always attired in an old fashioned manner, I thought.  A plain white blouse and plaid skirt, with sensible brown shoes, like a librarian ought to wear and of course she wore large owl spectacles, but this only served to make her more of a wonder to a young child.  She seemed very

Caleigh sat and looked out the window, her thoughts miles away.  She was back home, in the old castle near the beach.  Listening to the waves crashing on the rocks below.  It was a wild winter morning and the tide was high.  Those were the days she loved to walk along the shore and pick up driftwood and try and dodge the huge foamy waves as they relentlessly stormed the beach.  She used to go there often in the winter on a day stormy and wild.  Walking for a while and then running, as the waves got closer.  She enjoyed those times; all alone, left to her own thoughts.  She would think her secret thoughts.  Thoughts and plans of what her life would be like when she left her father's fortress one day. She wanted to be a pirate and sail the fierce seas.  Plundering for gold and jewels, with her long sabre flashing and cutting down anything in her path.  Her long hair was an untamed mass of curls, golden and red in the sunlight.  She was a force to be reckoned with and not many m