Pat Olive

Crawfordville, Florida

Pat Olive has had her poetry published by The National Library of Poetry, the Amherst Society, and the Poet's Guild. "Writing a poem is like trying to shine a spotlight built of words on a single subject", says Olive. Olive's fiction has appeared in Dell Magazines; a novel, "Be Just and Fear" has been published by NPI. A native Texan, she earned a Bachelor of Science degree from Texas Woman's University, Denton. Olive holds life memberships in Delta Phi Delta and The International Society of Poets. Today she resides on the Wakulla River in Florida with her husband, Calvin Jones.

CLOUDY NIGHT SKY

I sat last night on damp plowed ground.

Above the sky felt close around.

The clouds were broken by silver rays;

Each was a blue and gray curtain array.

All moved swiftly on their way.

The moon a silver sphere seemed very near,

When the clouds allowed it to appear.

The refreshing beauty of the sky was made,

In the marvelous broken patterns, hues, and shades,

of silver, blue, and gray.

DEWDROPS

Born during the cool hours of night,

dewdrops sparkle like tiny beacons of light.

Nature's prism, a gift of delight,

reflect rainbow colors of light.

Diamonds of dew in moonlight,

dance as elves clothed in purple, blue, and white.

Dewdrops so lovely, so fragile in starlight,

watch death come with warm sunlight.

A CONCERT

The auditorium's lights are dimmed.
The first violinist with tails trimmed,
Takes his place and draws his bow.
With one pulsating breath the audience seems to know.
Another moment and exquisite music shall flow.

The orchestra's musicians tune in one accord,
To the first violinist key with due regard.
A fleeting pause and the Maestro strides,
Through musicians, with head held high.
The audience applauds with pride.

A graceful bow the Maestro takes,
Before ascending to his place.
On the podium the Maestro stands,
The baton poised within his hand.
On the upward sweep flow the first thrilling strains.

Each instrument speaks with the musician's soul.
Its one purpose and goal
To express the emotions of man.
The instrument lives and breathes under the musician's command,
Conscious of his slightest demand.

The Maestro's body vibrates
As each note his mind relates.
The audience receives a gift
As fluid sounds on wings drift.
The full scale of emotions beseeched,
The audience as one is reached.