Poet, Audrey Austin

Poet, Audrey Austin
This site is to honour my mother, poet, Eva Ruby Austin.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Sister Rita - a poem by June Luvisi

Sister Rita 

She was radiant loveliness.
Porcelain skin and perfectly sculpted features
Lit up by sparkling eyes and a welcoming smile
Perfectly shaped lips, when curved up in laughter,
Framed beautiful teeth agleam in the schoolroom’s sunlight
And all of this beauty accentuated
By the starched white wimple framing her face
And the rattle of her black wooden rosary beads
And the heavy black dress ...of her nun’s garb.
As a nine year old public school student
Brought in to study my religion
And feeling a smidge alien in what seemed like foreign turf,
I rejoiced in my good fortune.
Could have gotten that sharp featured nun
Whose voice matched her looks
As she laid out rules.
Now, so many years later,
When I talk to those who went full time to Catholic Schools
And tell them about Sister Rita,
They look at me,
And ask,
And I answer,

WEARY - a poem by Audrey Austin


Weary woman worries when

The door is shut

On hope that drowns

In white envelopes

Piling up on table

Demanding satisfaction

Threatening to kill the little faith

That barely floats above the stack.
"WEARY" received honourable mention by the Ontario Poetry Society and has been published in "The Ultra Best Short Verse" - a Canadian Anthology of Poetry

Thursday, December 5, 2013

BEACON - a poem by Bela Kaul

The light shines up above
over and beyond
is it this world
in another realm?
A beacon of love
perfect but yon’
where I must be
in eternal glee
light shines encompassing all
hiding out all darkness
fluidly, lucidly,
placid, and oh so lovingly
my consciousness rises
to see beyond its veil
is it the metaphysical?
but oh so lyrical…
I have a need to be
floating in eternal bliss
with no judgment or fear
feeling the presence of all those dear
connections remain
over many lifetimes
in absence of death
or any kind of dread
time is a vacuum
in this open space
past, present, future,
peacefully azure
love flows like a river
with no direction,
beginning, or an end,
ever-present at every bend
a place that just IS
where I just BE
a place of LOVE
in the realm above.