AWE STRUCK - a poem

AWE STRUCK

and late at night

I trudge through well-worn paths

alone beneath the vastness

of the skies

awe struck

I stop and stare -

no other footfall echoes

in this vast auditorium

I spot

a glow worm light

wonder if it too may be

as distant

as the firmament

of stars

always remaining

just out of reach

*

Malcolm Evison

04 October 2012

Nightscape with Rainfall -- re-post

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

AWAKENING

AWAKENING [II]

Sat here and waiting; an emptiness is all.

Watching the candles cold-burning flame, mourning

the passing of time. Words, veiled

            in silence (silence and words are one)

I expect a dove to descend.

Outside the clouds, low clouds

a hanging freedom. Still and free

as a knowing mind –

“but night will drown you

and your sky. No witnesses.”

I pick up a book, and read it

slowly. All this is far away, and still

it is. All time is my time and I feel

the pull of it. The word; these words –

the word and world of it.

I too am written, writing you my life.

My life I am writing, and being written by.

The street is silent.

But then the train. The train

chokes on its own echo

as it crosses the bridge. The wheels

make conversation with the broken air –

the sky replies

releasing the dove.

Malcolm Evison

This poem has also been posted on "Archive Mined"

restless night - a poem

RESTLESS NIGHT       #ME

each tentative turn
plays prelude
to a scream

toes stroked
by contact
with the sheet

shriek
at the burn
they feel



malcolm evison
2014