AWE STRUCK – a poem (re-post)

 

                                                                  AWE STRUCK

 

 

    

and late at night

I trudge through well-worn paths

alone beneath the vastness

of the skies

 

awe struck

I stop and stare –

no other footfall echoes

in this vast auditorium

 

I spot

a glow worm light

wonder if it too may be

as distant

 

as the firmament

of stars

always remaining

just out of reach

 

 

*

 

 

Malcolm Evison

04 October 2012

 

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lines whilst listening to New Thing at Newport (1965)

Lines whilst listening to “New Thing at Newport” (1965)

[Draft 4]

 

the reeds stray

from strident to mellifluous  

Soaring and flailing through the air

dance and sing their way

 

around and over percussive beats

release me from despondency

assure me that at least

I can still feel

 

 

                           Malcolm Evison

                            27 March 2018

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Alexander’s Whole New World – a poem about a grandson

 

Alexander’s Whole New World

 

he chuckles

at the fleeting change

of his expanding

universe

 

relentlessly observes

each miracle of light

and colour

touch and sound

 

chortles of glee define

each new discovery –

he finds a voice

from screech and gurgled tones

 

exploratory chatter

shares delight

with all around

 

 

 

Malcolm Evison

March 2018

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Squirrel In The Rain

          Squirrel In The Rain

 

 

He perches, in sparkling eyed contemplation

of the goal. Like some celebrated stylite,

he squats on his post, oblivious

to the hostile elements. My stare

 

intrudes upon his gaze; defiance

resonates across the intervening space. And then

the sudden leap,

a precarious landing on the ridge; teeth bared

 

he nuzzles the meshwork tower,

seeking nutrition.

 

Losing his grip,

he hastily takes flight, back

to the stepping stone beam –

the garden fence’s parapet.

 

A sudden sure footed spring onto the post;

I stare at him, he glowers back at me,

brush-tail twitching. I sense

a mood of defiance; he leaps once more

to the bird tables roof.

 

A turbulent manoeuvre finds

a covered plateau. A sense

of instability

takes charge. He beats

a hasty retreat.

 

Post squatted,

he focusses once more.

He steels himself,

then springs.

 

The glistening plastic proves

more than a match; he takes

a floundering fall

into the sodden undergrowth.

 

Bedraggled, he climbs the austere fence,

tail discomfortedly curled,

shakes vigorously. The watery beads

propel themselves from body into air.

 

Straight tailed, disconsolate,

he beats retreat

along the wooden parapet.                   

 

 

 

Malcolm Evison 

                                      22 May 2006   

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if only i could be … a Tory (verse)

just a piece of heartfelt light verse!

if only i could be ...

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A Write to Overcome! *

 

 

A WRITE TO OVERCOME! *

 

 

An all encompassing hollow ache

resonates with nauseating discomfort;

both mind and body scream aloud,

enforcing tears upon an erstwhile stoic frame.

 

No knowledge can determine

whether these tears, yelled expletives

or vocalized profanities,

none of which were hoped for,

 

can proffer relief. The question stands

unanswered, by any reasoned response,

how best to cope with the inexplicable,

opioid defying, prolonged aching pain;

 

there is no where

or way to turn,

one simply endures

until the next reprieve.

 

 

 

Malcolm Evison

15 – 03 – 18

 

 

 

*also a RITE and/or a RIGHT but firstly the WRITE is for a purpose

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The Fear of Fall

THE FEAR OF FALL

 

Though clouds have cleared

still I fear

 

their returning fall.

 

Your smile reflects

my whispered yearning –

 

presence and absence

jointly affirming

 

love’s own reality.

 

Each meeting proclaims

a joyous creation –

 

departing pre-figures

my fear

of the final fall.

 

 

 

                  Malcolm Evison [1977]

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