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Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Man For His Age


MAN FOR HIS AGE


Care-worn he leads

his guilt free life,

turns fears

into a bar-room joke –


he never fails

though sometimes falls

a victim to

“the changing times”.


Suburban heroes never weep,

they share with celluloid

an inability to bleed.


He veils his sorrows in

a sentimental song

and never sins –


his standards are complete

and up to date.


A true son

of a dying race.


Malcolm Evison

Monday, June 09, 2008

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

Sunday, November 19, 2006

A Question of Balance

A QUESTION OF BALANCE

Garnering the thoughts
of others, he fails
to find some of his own -

he holds back tears to show
he does not share
the fears others know.

He balances the cost of feeling
against the numbness
of blind fate. He sighs

and calculates the cost
of caring, avoids the sharing
of any others woe.

He always felt that questions
would sustain his growth -
he never claimed to know.

He bought himself
a ticket to ride
then found

he had no place to go.



Malcolm Evison
19 November 2006

Thursday, April 06, 2006

The Fear of Fall

THE FEAR OF FALL


Though clouds have cleared
still I fear

their returning fall.

Your smile reflects
my whispered yearning –

presence and absence
jointly affirming

love’s own reality.

Each meeting proclaims
a joyous creation –

departing pre-figures
my fear
of the final fall.


Malcolm Evison