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.
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
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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
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Thursday, October 13, 2016
burdock
burdock
the gnawing pain
increases its intensity
in elbows, wrists and knees,
adheres to despondency
like burdock
to coarse clothing
and I, the bystander,
can only stare
into a void of despair
observe
my own decay -
words fail to proffer hope
they only weave
a crude blanket
around an emptiness
which only faith
can fill
Malcolm Evison
13
October 2016
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
Monday, October 10, 2016
Monday, October 03, 2016
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Restless - Illustrated Poem
Although I published the text only version of this poem earlier in the year, I am now posting this illustrated version as the poem seems to reflect my most recent post on 'The Word of Sinna Luvva' -
A CRY of SELF-PITY – an ATTEMPT to EXORCISE the PAIN
A CRY of SELF-PITY – an ATTEMPT to EXORCISE the PAIN
Sunday, August 14, 2016
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