And Black - a prose poem (video with paintings by and read by the poet)

MAMMON

MAMMON

(creator of social divisiveness)

Behold the god of lies

taker of lives

maker and breaker

of dreams -

creator god

who captivates

the mind -

spins webs

of treachery

replaces hope

with greed

installs himself

in all the highest places

proudly proclaims

there is no god but me

and we

fall for the party line.

Malcolm Evison

2 May 2010

"Sometimes" - for Janet & Graham

SOMETIMES
(for Janet & Graham)


sometimes a meeting
just happens

sometimes
it's simply meant to be

often
the seeker doesn't know

just what is sought -
the meeting speaks

of what may be -
sometimes

the meeting tells
all those who care

a miracle
has just begun



Malcolm Evison
February 2010

 

 

Snow Trek

Crisp crackling surrender
greets each footfall
almost as if it yearns
to be defiled.

Journeying on
I leave
an imprint
of my progress -

I tread defiantly
towards my goal.
Returning, I observe

my very own
ice-moulded tread -
almost as if

my journey
had been frozen
in time.


Malcolm Evison
14 January 2010

SHADOW LIGHT

SHADOW LIGHT



shadows cast light
they resonate
through history

they never die

each action
stretches
through time

the ripple

reflects intention
on all who follow
the choice

is ours

to be wrapped
in darkness
or grasped by

the light

Malcolm Evison
10 November 2009

Listening To Mahler - a poem in six movements

Gardening In Autumn

Gardening In Autumn

mist hangs
like drops of perspiration
from the weary fronds

of autumn shrubs -
my senses sharpen
as they caress

my cheek.



malcolm evison
28 October 2009

Displaying Not Disclosing

BEING - poetry video

Garden Paradox & Accordion

Accordion

Sometimes

I feel

like an accordion

squeezed

by some

disembodied self

each chord

vibrates bruised reeds

each inspiration

teases out

a latent voice -

rarely

to be sustained -

almost as if

it chokes

on its own

respiration.

Malcolm Evison

02 October 2009

Garden Paradox - Twittering Garden

twittering garden

GARDEN PARADOX



I walk into a paradox

the garden
lightly breeze stirred

breathes
false serenity
elsewhere

it seethes
it reels and jigs

frenetically



the shrubbery resounds

with babbling twittering

the birds crescendo



shakes it to the core




Malcolm Evison
14-09-09