Amy Ward , Author at The Argosy

Creative Poetry: ‘In Memorial’ Mar 6

Amy Ward — Thu, 05 Mar 2020 14:39:42 +0000

In Memorial

How is it that

Someone I have never known

Could have passed on

Vast depths of meaning and of love

To me

They, without direct encounter

Have provided aim and reason

Now I find my course has altered

Just as though a fresh salt

Wind has graced my sails

From above

Reminding me of love, of

Wonder to the world, of mind

Though word alone is not a lot

A spirit carries plenty to impart

In exhale, bits of meaning fall

As gentle snowflakes coming down to play

Its evidence an ever presence

In between the lines

Here we are, as each and every

Faces to the wind and blinking in the sun

To live this way

Is to live in love

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Creative Poetry: ‘Ornamental, Nature’ Nov 28

Amy Ward — Wed, 27 Nov 2019 21:24:32 +0000

Ornamental, Nature

by Amy Ward

I love to see when you paint the road red

Covering fields by your frail fingertips

The hope of loss your charity

Then bare and covered in sparkling pearls

You hold a hidden smile in your core

The taking, giving, is not owned

Still, I sense a warmth in you

With what your branches hold

A knowing in your veins

Sacrificing annually

Bring consolation home

Adorned anew, and giving

From generous tree, to on and beyond

There standing a portrait of promises

You are legacy, a trifle I seek

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Creative Poetry: Amy Ward Oct 17

Amy Ward — Wed, 16 Oct 2019 19:03:50 +0000

Earth, bruised

by Amy Ward

Mother, I cannot hear you

Mother do you speak, in whispers or cries?

I am short-sighted by my own survival

You drip, I drip

I bleed, you ache

I write in the shadows

Organic, mystic, open to light?

The paper birds fly, it makes me cry

The net shifts, we wait for time to

Show its face

He told me to grieve

To see the tears in the all

Understand—

You are not the only one Learning, I am not the only one

We are the Only, the One

We wander through dark

Together

Because the lights were turned off.

We turn lights off

To energize

Ignorance, bliss.

This is it

I see it

I feel it

I am it, not alone

I create part

I am of the whole

The art speaks to me

Words find their mark

Is this a bandwagon I’ve joined?  The words keep coming,

It goes to no end

We think deeply by condition, inspired and alive I feel moved, by the wagon

And I feel better, morally

Thinking it’s worth my time

It’s got to be worth my time

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Creative Poetry: Amy Ward Sep 19

Amy Ward — Thu, 19 Sep 2019 21:55:56 +0000

Latency

Repeat. Repeat. Formed.

Repeat.

lost in rhythm and

vibration, the mind

releases for new

meaning found within

Repeat. Repeat. Formed.

Repeat.

Mother, tongue. My first

approximation

first of the knowing.

Interactive noise,

we share agency.

ET takes me home

although classically

high fives and sharp thirds;

point into the night

see the birds fly formed

by a “V” we cry

“home,” we have no home

tonic abandoned.

A mysterious

illusion, we point

knowing the centre

but doubting it’s there

holding on to hope

to find itself, to

approximate the

equation of pi

On our way to somewhere.

Repeat. Form.

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