Old Comrades - Metaphyics - Two Poems

MOMENTS

MOMENTS

spooned in one-ness

whirled

into a world

of their own -

they can let go

                     of worldly woe

reality will dawn

upon them

far too soon

malcolm evison

07 may 2016

and warmth caresses

AND WARMTH CARESSES

a day of brightness

and warmth

caresses

a wildly inflamed

frame

and brain

the opioids

assisted

a belated entry

into day

but thankfully

nature

proffered

a welcoming

charm

malcolm evison

04 May 2016

and other joys of life

AND OTHER JOYS OF LIFE

tears, anger,

and other joys

of life

numb my brain -

access the darker

recess

of a shattered mind

only

to emphasize

the limitations

of a failing

bodily

frame

malcolm evison

03 May 2016

ENCOUNTERing ORNETTE

Cementing Relationships

CEMENTING RELATIONSHIPS

Seeking a concrete image

to convey

             a pre-stressed thought

I lay foundations

for a fettered space.

The blue-print fails

the structure

              falls

far short of my emotion.

Set in my ways,

unable to explore

               the breaking strain

my need will carry.

Construct a hermitage

of words;

              contain

a solitude

upon the pristine page.

                                 Malcolm Evison

TWICE REMOVED

and here is the simple text of the same poem, in case of difficulty reading the illustrated poem

TWICE REMOVED

Today the sky

is one removed

from second-hand

the space

of window-door

is boarded up

the new skylight

reveals

a mottled blue white

ceiling. And we

sealed off

held captive

to constructor’s

whim

Malcolm Evison

30 March 2016

RESTLESS

RESTLESS

shattered but even so

muscle mind and bloated

intestines resist

the urge to sleep

each yawn stifled

by fear

of what new ailment

will inhabit this aching

hulk of flesh skin and bones

should my defences fail

discomfort is all

both yielding and resisting

sup far too deeply

on a scarce reserve

of stamina

Malcolm Evison

00.35 18 March 2016

THE OLD MAN - illustrated poem

Maggie 18

Maggie

But I’m eighteen tomorrow

be nice to me

you’re being horrible –

I don’t really feel eighteen

so immature, naïve in many ways

isn’t it horrible to think

I’m eighteen tomorrow –

You must be nice to me

it’s my birthday

tomorrow

I’m eighteen.

Don’t be so nasty -

I’m strong you know

I took five boys on

one day –

I’ve got the bruises

But don’t be –

oh, Malcolm

you are horrible

being nasty when

it’s my birthday tomorrow.

Speaking with eyes

laughing and weeping –

dejected

trying to be happy –

Smiling sweetly

Informing me she’d cry

in a minute –

because

she’s eighteen tomorrow.

Malcolm Evison

1965 – rediscovered & slightly amended 220216

Consultation

Having just posted FRUSTRATIONS of a Medical and Medicinal Kind on 'The Word of Sinna Luvva' blog the resurrection of this poem seemed appropriate.

WORDS FAIL - (A Fell Revisited)

                                                 

                                                                                        WORDS FAIL

These words do not ring true,

cannot contain the tread

of rubber sole upon the beaten track,

the slide of stone beneath the feet,

the rustling of leaves

among the tangled roots.

These words cannot ring true;

as roots erode the step

whose shelf they form –

my words fail to express

the stressful joy, fail to commune

with nature. These words

do not permit the real footfall.

The fell remains

Unconquered.

Malcolm Evison

09 January 2016

Revision of Apropos Kings How – May 1981