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Friday, December 04, 2015

a flawed new poem


  a loss of kilter


sometimes it feels as if
the whole wide world
is out of sorts

at other times 
I know
that is the case

perfection
 was never the intent
quite simply
my faltering goal



malcolm evison
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Tuesday, August 18, 2015

The Old Man

The Old Man

 

They hang; a heavy weightlessness,
like long forgotten memories
seeking renewal. The man sits,
beside the window, looking
at the clouds. Remembering.



But nothing quite fits. If only
he could pass, at will, into
insanity. That would remove
the purgatory – desiring flames
to quench the smouldering remnants



of a life. He sits, beside the window,
watching the clouds. And waiting;



waiting for night-fall. Remembering.





Malcolm Evison

Monday, March 30, 2015

AWAKENING

AWAKENING [II]


Sat here and waiting; an emptiness is all.
Watching the candles cold-burning flame, mourning
the passing of time. Words, veiled
            in silence (silence and words are one)
I expect a dove to descend.

Outside the clouds, low clouds
a hanging freedom. Still and free
as a knowing mind –

“but night will drown you
and your sky. No witnesses.”

I pick up a book, and read it
slowly. All this is far away, and still
it is. All time is my time and I feel
the pull of it. The word; these words –
the word and world of it.

I too am written, writing you my life.
My life I am writing, and being written by.

The street is silent.

But then the train. The train
chokes on its own echo
as it crosses the bridge. The wheels
make conversation with the broken air –

the sky replies
releasing the dove.




Malcolm Evison


This poem has also been posted on "Archive Mined"


Sunday, March 22, 2015

MISSION BETRAYED - Richard of York


In light of the re-interment of Richard III the time seemed opportune to retrieve / republish this poem of mine!


MISSION BETRAYED
[Redemore 22 August 1485]

Misjudged by many of my peers,
betrayed by those in whom
I placed my trust. Today

I sift through memory,
acknowledge scheming in my blood -
the unquenched thirst

of generations. Betrayal
led me to accept defeat
out of the very jaws

of victory. I clung
to pride.

***************

A Judas multiplied
was on my side,
in faith, I thought them

little Christs. Their company
made for me
a lonely ride.

*******************

The wetlands bogged me down,
Canuted by the rapid-turning tide.

Today I made myself
a pawn
for Tudors grasping hand -

Today I died a King,
upheld the remnants
of my dignity.

*********************

My crown was no more theft
than fate contrives
to thrust on monarchy itself -

Today I have my pride.



                       Malcolm Evison

Sunday, February 22, 2015

CHILLED SILVER & WONDERMENT



               CHILLED SILVER


chilled silver light defines
the garden's boundary
it shines

outlines
the laurelled shrubbery
reflects the sun's

last gasp - it's daily fall

the hedgerow chatters
many birds good nights
before the darkness

blankets my domain



Malcolm Evison
February 2015



WONDERMENT (Twitter verse)


not wandering
but wondering

about the universe

awesome and awful
all at once



Malcolm Evison
February 2015
 

these poems also appear on Archive Mined

Saturday, January 31, 2015

ConDemNation

This poem was written on 7th November 2010
 as a response to certain policies
 of the recently (May 2010) formed ConDem coalition (Conservatives & Liberal Democrats) goverment.

The Yo-Yo Man

THE YO-YO MAN



Whirling, it made the day
seem shorter than
all other days had been.

It sang and leapt
at his fine-tuned command;
his finger tingled,

as the loop pulled tight.
He winced a smile. For now,
he'd thrown his cares away;

next time, perhaps,
he'd really let them go.


            


Malcolm Evison

Rough draft dated 13 April 2006 revivified 31 January 2015