A companion to THE WORD OF SINNA LUVVA blog. An Outlet for new poems, drafts of poems and even rediscovered or reworked ones! For more poetry by Malcolm Evison see the Related Sites listing.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Aged Poet celebrates his Beloved

A new video of Malcolm reading three poems for Helen can be found on the Aged Poet's Space (Archive Mined & Freshly Spun) - why not have a listen.

The poems read are: EMBRACE, TRANSFORMED and THAT DAY.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Reclamation


RECLAMATION


Just another
lightly throbbing
gritty grey day

a second chance
to modify one’s outlook
divert one’s gaze away

from the reality -
begin to play
the game

of life regained.



Malcolm Evison
29 January 2009

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Malcolm reads Five more Poems



The poems by Malcolm Evison are 'A Spun Illusion', 'Grey Day', 'Mist in Fell Country', 'Lines Beside The Garden Pond', 'Aubade' (sans le soleil)'.

Saturday, October 04, 2008

MIMI


MIMI

(aged 2 ½ years)


Wrapped in the warm fragrance

of the everyday

she moves mountains –



only to stumble

on the commonplace.



Complacency

so easily destroyed.



I try to capture it

with words, they writhe

relentlessly. She laughs



allows the world

to write

its affirmation.



Malcolm Evison

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

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Flutter By Moment

Flutter By Moment


it alights

softer than a whisper

on my sleeve


almost

as if it sought me out

I sit


relax

breathe in the gentle air -

the butterfly


spreads out its wings -

this moment

I am


at one

with nature

sharing the fragility


imagining

a place where all

could feel secure -


wearing

the butterfly

like a heart


on my sleeve




Malcolm Evison

17 July 2008

Saturday, July 05, 2008

Sequel on Archive Mined

A sequel to GREY DAY, entitled "RE-AFFIRMED" can be found on Archive Mined and Freshly Spun

GREY DAY

GREY DAY

 

 

the light

or lack of it

strives to deny

day’s movement

 

the change

from slate

to milky grey

holds sway

 

the sky

is unremitting cloud

shrouding the day

in timelessness

 

there are no contrasts

simply a hint

that the earth

may yet prove flat

 

 

                     

                                                        Malcolm Evison

                                                                       5 July 2008

 

Thursday, June 26, 2008

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

Monday, June 09, 2008

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

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Sanctuary

SANCTUARY

Witnessing a fresco
in the chapel of my mind -
I could not rest.

My past -
emblazoned on the walls,
of this my secret hermitage -

I wept.

All colours had gone,
and only words hung there,
empty and cold.

Quietly in the night
I saw eternity decay
and knew
my life must change.

I awoke -
you arrived -
my transient future.


Malcolm Evison