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Peter Olevnik Poems
At my morning window catching my eye was the rain sent creek, often dry, just beyond my dooryard.
On the river's bridge one night I stopped to meditate, reflecting on other bridges I had crossed, while I watched the swollen currents below.
My Morning Mirror
May I awaken to the light of my own true nature. - - - -From a Buddhist Prayer
Comments about Peter Olevnik
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
At my morning window
catching my eye
was the rain sent creek,
often dry, just beyond my dooryard.
Nibbling, nudging, then etching
the loam rich soil
clinging to its edges,
it coursed its recumbent way.
So unlike the grassy crowd
climbing up its craggy sides,
the swollen creek now mirrored
the shimmering, cloud fed sky.
Where the street and creek came face to face,
not taking to our rectangular mode,
preferring nature's less angled course,
the creek was tunneled on its way.
Beyond, the creek and street
flowed side by ...