MAL's FACTORY - Poetry & Prose Poems

A companion to THE WORD OF SINNA LUVVA blog. An Outlet for new poems, drafts of poems and even rediscovered or reworked ones! For more poetry by Malcolm Evison see the Related Sites listing.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Man For His Age - a poem

    MAN FOR HIS AGE


Care-worn he leads
his guilt free life,
turns fears
into a bar-room joke –

he never fails
though sometimes falls
a victim to
“the changing times”.

Suburban heroes never weep,
they share with celluloid
an inability to bleed.

He veils his sorrows in
a sentimental song
and never sins –

his standards are complete
and up to date.

A true son
of a dying race.





                Malcolm Evison

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

WORD

         Word

        
The pain of not to know
a words true meaning -
(a heartfelt paradox
so tautologically entwined)

brain travels inscapes
of the mind

the universe declaims
I AM - the exocentric
altar. Delving
through layers of time

exploring a fresh terrain -
we dream of worlds
where words were not yet

known. We fail to understand.


Seeking our solace
in links with primal man -
we feel the air vibrate

with all our fears,
and through the storm
we hear the voice that tears
at our discretion.

All is, and nought eludes
our sense, each particle
is new, and each the wholeness.

Then vision fades.



Unable to untie
our deepest fears,
from realms of theory,

we seek salvation
in vacuity -

unable to unite
the reasons for this life
with joy in living

we yearn for sunlight
to dissipate the gloom -
at each encounter
ache for renewed creation.

The phase explodes -

gone is all sense
and reason yields
to circumstance.


Our reminiscence magnifies
the mis-spent days -
heroic sacrifice
now reeks of self-abuse.

Our word-linked knowledge
looks to primal man -

speaking of worlds
where words were not yet known -

no matter how we squirm
we fail to understand

that words
are still the master
of the man.


                      
                              Malcolm Evison 

Thursday, April 27, 2017

dis-ease is everywhere - a new illustrated poem

this is fresh off the press - both the poem and the illustrated version here were sculpted this very day!

this poem is straight off the press - one of those rare occasions when the words gave themselves in a relatively short space of time. Expressing my current state of discomfort and dis-ease in some ways enables me to cope better with this frustrating ailment (moderate ME - myalgic encephalomyelitis)



Monday, March 27, 2017

Going Home - in memoriam

This poem has been posted previously on this blog, but not in this (imaged) form - as yesterday was Mothering Sunday / Mother's Day I felt it appropriate to share


Friday, March 24, 2017

Nightscape with Rainfall -- re-post

Nightscape with Rainfall


The rudiments of fear
trace each step;
the hollow echoes
dampered by the rain.

Haunted by absences -
the lack
of any company
to take the chill away -

a sudden surge
of cowardice betrays
his vanity.

The rudiments of fear
trace each step,
the hollow echo
silenced by the rain.

The last bedraggled remnant
of false pride
lies submerged
in his timid haste.



                       Malcolm Evison

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

in the moment


my faithful hound 
displays that ease
of being in the moment -

eyes closed
and lips aligned
into a smile

suggesting ecstasy -
composure
as in a state of bliss -

it thrills
yet fills me
brim full of envy 

as health concerns
and turmoil of emotions
have long since 

cast aside
such calm 
assurance



malcolm evison
15 february 2017

Sunday, December 04, 2016

Time & Tide



                  Time & Tide


                                    presence and absence
jointly proclaim
a boundary

a living space
a time
where one was changed

and wrought
a difference -
presence and absence

jointly define
a living space
confirm a place

where once a life
was lived
and changed

and in its turn
wrought change




malcolm evison
01 – 04 december 2016

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

and still - the dog walks me (first draft)



legs quivering, 
like a spluttering candle,
I wondered 
if they would carry me
down footpath and bridleways
of Piper's evening walk. 

I managed,just; then felt 
relieved to reach 
the portal
of our shared abode. 

Exhaustion breaks me, the result
not only of today's exertion but, 
rather a reminder
of last night's sparse
and troubled sleep.

The sun may shine
on just and unjust alike -
but then it rains

it pours, a plenitude
of aches and pains,

a multitude
of torments to endure




malcolm evison
15 november 2016

Wednesday, November 09, 2016

How to become President

How to become President

get what you can
by any means
you can

if at first
you don’t succeed

throw a tantrum
until they yield

to your demand

malcolm evison – 09 November 2016