November 5, 2015

Two Poems By Bruce Owens: "Unspeakable Joy", "He Is"

Bruce Owens has been writing poetry for 50 years. One of his poems appeared in the Robinson Jeffers Newsletter (No. 93 & 94, Winter & Spring) in tribute to friend, and fellow poet William Everson. He has been a guest lecturer at various colleges in California, lecturing on the nature of the creative process, and he has conducted poetry workshops, mainly with young adults, especially those struggling with various addictions or having come from an abusive household, using poetry as an instrument of discovery for both self, and as an entry into the world around us. His collection of poems: Eddies in the Rush (ISBN 0-971256-0-0 [149 pg.]) was endorsed by C.C. Bailey and poet William Stafford (1914-1993) a "National Book Award recipient." 

You can read/purchase more of Bruce's poetry at the following links: 
http://catalog.hathitrust.org/Record/009502667 
Catalog Record: A passage through stone : poems | Hathi Trust Digital Library
http://www.solopublications.com/jurn0204.htm  
http://itsaboutimewriters.homestead.com/OwensBruceGiveMeAPoem.html 
http://www.alibris.com/Eddies-in-The-Rush/book/-97125650 
http://www.biblio.com/booksearch/author/bruce-owens/title/a-passage-through-stone/order/priceasc
 





Unspeakable Joy

The moon in the woods. A quiet that goes all the way
into the light...a lingering.
Listening into this without a thought. Clear tonight
all the way down to the sea. The water
glows. It is
so still I can hear
the bark of sea lions on black rocks.
I cannot see them huddled together.
I know they are there.
They do not know that on a distant ridge
I hear the language of dark kelp in their bark.
They are not concerned about me.
A meteor strikes a match on the deep above.
I glance up and see the hem of the vast Milky Way,
a glaze of light.
There is a joy in me
so deep
that the root of it
touches the garment of Christ,
and the eternal realm
forever.
I have watched as storms from off the Pacific
ripped old oaks from the earth by the roots
and scatter trees, in one night, that have stood for a hundred years.
Nothing can uproot this joy
I have in Him.
The fury of the wild is calmed with two words,
"Be still."
Tonight
I walk in this stillness, in this unspeakable joy.



He is

like wind or water

moving   flowing

a candle between the mountain
no wind can quench

He is

a word pronounced
where the day ends
and the night begins


find Him

and all the flowers of the world will be yours
and the air after the Spring rain
will be a thought that will never leave you


~Bruce Owens 





3 comments:

  1. Bruce, these are two of my favorite poems of yours. You grace the world with your work.

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  2. Bruce is not only an excellent poet he excels as a human being. A wide ocean of passionate grace in living is the vista from which he draws much, and it shows in his work.
    I find myself reading Bruce's works more slowly than other poetry. It moves through my mind in ways I cannot explain, except to say that I don't read his poems as much as I breath them in, and out again. They often change something in me, for the better - they don't merely impress me - they have the flow of Life in them.

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