How Short is Time

 

How Short is Time! (working draft)

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              Continue-uMM (second draft)

                               time alone knows

what it is

it passages through life

but as for all the rest -

quite unaware

of what makes it tick

we struggle on -

but are we fixed

in an imaginary

continuum

                              Malcolm Evison

@ what I choose to call

30 June 2019 / 01 July 2019

MORNING - a poem - re-posted

just a poem from my archives, unedited; original goes back to the 1970s (as best my memory serves me) but, previously published on this blog in 2009

MORNING

Blackly embroidered

against the morning sky,

three trees.

Filtering silver

through the mist; the sun

emerges into day.

But nothing seems

so real as in my dreams.

I grow into my death

it does not bind me:

the silence penetrates

my thoughts –

the face of Christ. In death

he conquered life,

turning even the shadows

into a source of light.

Death conquers life, life

death. The black and white,

merely the parts of one.

Under the endless weight of time

lies truth. Beneath the endless weight

of sky this earth. Waking

then walking through the quiet scene

the mist defines the dream

as truth.

Mist filtered early

morning sun

blackly embroidered trees.

The frosted earth

and silver sky destroys

all barriers.

                                        Malcolm Evison

Man For His Age - a poem

    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

Time & Tide

                  Time & Tide

                                    presence and absence

jointly proclaim

a boundary

a living space

a time

where one was changed

and wrought

a difference -

presence and absence

jointly define

a living space

confirm a place

where once a life

was lived

and changed

and in its turn

wrought change

malcolm evison

01 – 04 december 2016

Listening To Mahler - a poem in six movements