Listening To Stockhausen

LISTENING TO STOCKHAUSEN’S CARRE
with COLIN (aged14 months)


High spaces, free and contained -
embraces, sacred and profane.

Each moment a change;
change the instant
start anew.

Fresh breezes, shrill streams
chimes ringing -

the baby smiles –
he shares
none of my amazement;

constantly amazed
his is affirmation.
He laughs, picks up a new toy.

I relax -
immersed in the present.

Spaces
free and contained.


Malcolm Evison

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another poem, freshly unearthed from the archives, THE GIFT, can be read on Archive Mined and Freshly Spun

New Day on Archive Mined

I have posted a further poem this morning, NEW DAY, on 'Archive Mined and Freshly Spun'.

Nightscape with Rainfall

 

 

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