Diane Revell has written a few poems published in newspapers; one in a Seattle Times of January 2000 that won her (among 99 others) tickets to the Northwest Flower & Garden Show and the rest in the June 2017 and more recent Kohala Mountain News issues. She also has had a poem each of the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th editions of Latitudes. Other published works were in two issues of U.S. Women Engineer, the publication of the Society of Women Engineers (May/June 1985 and the March/April 1991 issue on Software Engineering for which she also served as the guest editor).
Her main writing recently has been done as a member of the North Kohala Writers’ Group that meets biweekly via Zoom. Her current writing consists of short poems and very short stories. These are inspired by the environment: the weather, sounds of nature, emotions and incidents of life. Often they are also inspired by photos of the local area or from trips. She, her husband and their cat and dog live in Hawi. The atmosphere of Hawi inspires many of her poems. She was interviewed on the local Hawi radio station KNKR’s Women’s Voices on 5-31-2017 which included her reading some of her poems.
She collected several of her poems together for a future publication. Diane can be contacted via e-mail at this link.
Her main writing recently has been done as a member of the North Kohala Writers’ Group that meets biweekly via Zoom. Her current writing consists of short poems and very short stories. These are inspired by the environment: the weather, sounds of nature, emotions and incidents of life. Often they are also inspired by photos of the local area or from trips. She, her husband and their cat and dog live in Hawi. The atmosphere of Hawi inspires many of her poems. She was interviewed on the local Hawi radio station KNKR’s Women’s Voices on 5-31-2017 which included her reading some of her poems.
She collected several of her poems together for a future publication. Diane can be contacted via e-mail at this link.
Trade Winds Return
By Diane Revell
The still, humid air
Holds me to the ground and slows my movements
As if a heavy warm coat engulfs me.
More effort to move and energy drained in the process.
With the morning dawn, the air is in motion
Trade winds have returned
The heaviness has lifted and I move with ease
Facing into the wind my body lifts off the ground
I drift up with joy.
