‘Into the Ordinary’

Several years ago I gathered my courage and showed a selection of my poetry to a local ‘Writer in Residence’. The most powerful message he gave me was to continue writing with my ‘ordinary words’, as I called them. Since then I have been on a journey to continue writing using ordinary words, which come from the heart.

Scoop

.

Scoop up the happiness

from each special moment

gather it gently

pull it in close

let it wash through you

brightening the greyness

.

Take in the medicine

knowing you are worthy

this is the sunshine

you have been waiting for

this is the love you can

reach for on lonely days

this is the place you create

for your tender heart

.

Scoop up the happiness

let it run through your fingers

feel the weight

and the lightness

watch it come

watch it go

.

Store the warmth

in the safe house

of your bones

.

By Carys Owen

Faster Every Day

.

The tide crashes

in and out

throwing up spray

pulling my breath

with every wave

slowing my pulse

soothing my nerves

.

The wind plays

in my hair

lifts the feathers

on nearby crows

tousles and buffets us

promises coolness

and clear skies

.

The night draws in

faster every day

shaving slivers

off the sun

trading bright light

for a soft blanket

speckled with

stellar fragments

and messages from

other worlds

.

By Carys Owen

Lullaby

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My broken heart

longs for a lullaby

because how much

can one person cry

for the monumental mess

humankind has created ?

.

My heart hurts for

the children stolen from

their loving families

.

My heart hurts for

the villages burnt to the ground

in apocalyptic flames

.

My heart hurts for

the whales and fish

broiled in an oceanic fireball

.

How stupid is this?

How selfish is this?

How avoidable is this?

How shit is this?

.

My broken heart

longs for a lullaby

because how much

can one person cry?

.

By Carys Owen

Do I Matter?

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I see you and you see me

on days when we are blue

on days when we are glad

on days when we just don’t know

on days when we wonder

do I matter?

.

in the mirror of our friendship

we reflect love for each other

we see the smiles we are lacking

.

in the messages of caring

we echo the wisdom and kindness

we have learned from each other

.

in the phone calls we share

we speak each other’s names

we say ‘You matter greatly’

.

in our own separate worlds

we remember these words

and know our worth

.

By Carys Owen

So Tiny!

.

So tiny!

He looks brand new

just born

we slow right down

turn off the engine

and wait for his mum

to decide which way

to lead

the tiny fawn

~ landed on

an alien planet ~

testing his legs

for the first time

all irregular angles

and bewilderment

.

We will let them choose

one lush verge

or the other,

tall with spring rain

filled out with flowers,

Mom can’t decide

perhaps it’s her first time too

.

We marvel at

the fragile newness

the perfect miniature

as a massive truck

crawls to a halt

and waits in reverence

while mom and baby

select their exit point

.

The pick-up passes by

with tender slowness

and we continue quietly

on our way

amazed at the care

of the drivers on

these winding roads

who stop with love

for deer and bear

.

Who never tire

of the wonder

.

by Carys Owen

(a true story)

Garden Life

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I twine my fingers

amongst green leaves

feel the pea tendrils

tug at my arm

.

my fingers sink

into soft soil

as I thin the kale

and ease out weeds

.

strawberries watch me

fat but still pale

bobbing on their stems

as garlic scapes curl

.

the busy silence

slows my pulse

and brings me gently

down to earth

.

in my mind I shrink

Alice-like

and walk the rows

feeling cool rain

on my face

seeing tender leaves

bend overhead

.

I am immersed in green

watching the chlorophyll

brighten like starburst

hearing bees

bumble about the flowers

.

I soak up the lushness

of this garden life

and drink in the

newly minted air

.

reluctant to resume actual size

I feel so at home

in this garden life

and wonder what fruit I would produce

were I to stay and

lay my roots down here

.

By Carys Owen

This Way Up

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Hold my heart

this way up

don’t tip it

or drop it

don’t leave it in the sun

.

Hold my heart

this way up

don’t rattle it

or poke it

don’t leave it outside all alone

.

Hold my heart

this way up

don’t shake it

or test it

don’t wait too long for love

.

By Carys Owen

While you’re here, please check out

my ‘stories’ page where I have also

added a new poem.

Grow Joy

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Take a tiny seed

a memory

~ dried up and dormant ~

of something

that brought joy

.

re-enact the scene

re-engage the feelings

the sights, the smells

the fullness of being

.

a walk in the woods

a visit with a friend

a song long forgotten

your own secret recipe

.

practise it faithfully

though joy may feel far off

practise it faithfully

a few minutes a day

.

be there, be in it

let your body remember

let your heart recall

how good it feels to connect

how good it feels to create

.

grow some joy

from a simple act

~ even for a moment ~

place a kiss

on your hurts

and delight

in your soul

.

By Carys Owen