Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Where Hearts Speak



Our poems
Give to
The world
Our most
Personal and
Introspective thoughts

But sometimes
We find 
The friends 
Who share 
In our 
Daily joys

Are not 
The ones 
Most comfortable
With our
Feelings from
Deep within 

Poets know
These are
The people
Who need
Our poems
The most

Because poetry
Creates a
Place where
Hearts can
Connect and
Speak freely


Ken Owen 
Van Niddy Press   February 2018

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

The Big One


I live where the earth 
makes houses creak 
ever so slightly at night

Sometimes
low deep rumblings come 
quickly, unexpected

and jolt the headboard 
against the wall 
and send the animals scurrying 

It is then I become 
one of the thousands of people
in bed, senses tingling

wide-eyed
holding our breath
as we try to determine

The Big One 
     or not The Big One: 
that is the question.

So far, not yet.

So for now 
we live with doors 
that slowly open themselves
on frames no longer true

and once-plumb fences
now crooked spines bowed with age
being pulled in all directions.

When Mother Earth 
rolls over to get comfortable 
everybody stops 

whatever they are doing
to pray her peaceful dreams
continue undisturbed.


Ken Owen   
Van Niddy Press   February 2018

Monday, February 5, 2018

Him (Without Her)

Yesterday
I saw him, without her
and thought 

Wait, what?
Maybe that’s not him

(but it was)

Then she arrived
and the two halves
together
put everything 
back into balance.

Whew.



for Ms G and JP




Ken Owen
Van Niddy Press   January 12, 2018