Moving - poem

     MOVING


Times climate false and reasoned
calls me out of the dawn
into the full of light; moving

with great deliberation
full of ideas
as they are full of me -

time is the length of me
but I am larger
undefiled; moving

beyond the impotence
escaping
the disciplined innocence

of values which weigh 
no heavier
than my tears of joy.


                           

                         Malcolm Evison
                         14 January 1969 
                (re-moulded 12 May 2008)

some frenzied god

some frenzied god
or giant
spews out its bile

the howling gale
shakes everything
down to the very root

torrential rain 
discloses flaws 
in ones protection

washes the debris away

and I retreat 
to the shelter 
of a house built on rock


malcolm evison
5 December 2013

the kleptocrats - a ConDem Nation

the kleptocrats
all fail to see
value

in anything apart
from their own
comfort

all else is simply
theirs to use
abuse

and callously
destroy

Malcolm Evison 14 Jan 2014