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    Into the Ordinary
    Into the Ordinary
    Into the Ordinary
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    Into the Ordinary

    By Carys Owen

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    Come on a journey through themes of nature, friendship, searching for home, activism, family life and personal reflection in this heartfelt collection of poems by Carys Owen. The simple language of the poems reveals a depth of meaning as you venture further 'Into the Ordinary'. Warning: may cause daydreaming or contemplation.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTellwell Talent
    Release dateMay 27, 2020
    ISBN9780228806356
    Into the Ordinary
    Author

    Carys Owen

    Carys Owen is a writer, educator and nature-lover. She lives on Kwakwaka'wakw lands on Vancouver Island, Canada, with her smart dog. She has performed several of her poems at library readings, Earth Day gatherings and spoken word events. Carys studied English Literature before becoming an elementary school educator. She combines her love of nature, her love of language and her thoughtful approach to life in the poetry she writes every day. This is her first published collection.

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      Into the Ordinary - Carys Owen

      Advice from a Carpenter

      Cut the sentiment

      tell a story

      the way it happened

      the way it felt

      no embellishment

      don’t go using

      every big word you ever heard

      people know you know them

      no need to show off

      no matter your words are ordinary

      most of all be yourself

      speak your words

      the way they come to your mouth

      like a conversation with a friend

      like the only version of you

      Without Words

      Today it rained

      we laughed

      got wet

      it was so simple

      everything green

      and dripping

      we watched my dog

      make friends

      without words

      there was a lot of

      laughter and licking

      and sparkling eyes

      it was easy

      and unplanned

      like all the best adventures

      Connection

      Minute by minute

      I glance at the screen

      craving connection

      a slave to the messenger

      forgetting days when letters were written

      eventually

      and mailed with a stamp

      eventually

      and arrived through the letter box

      eventually

      were picked up and read

      eventually

      then re-read and savoured

      all that time knowing

      our friendship was strong

      and wild and beautiful

      and a postcard

      from a far-flung place

      might cinch us together

      at any time

      or a birthday card

      three days late

      or a joyful

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